This story was written to participate in the contest "About Love" on February 14, but for obvious reasons did not participate.

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Heritage.

Chapter one

A few hundred years ago. The territory of modern Bulgaria.

Somewhere in the distance, the first of the twelve bells sounded. Midnight. The wind threw everything with terrible force into everything that came its way, be it branches, open shutters on the windows, a lugger, or just garbage.

The young woman looked at the neatly stacked firewood in a small fireplace. Clicking with two fingers, she smiled, for ... the wood itself flared bright flames.

A girl of fourteen years old lay on the bed and looked at the wooden ceiling.

- Mom, will it really be like this all your life? She asked the young woman once more that day.

“Yes, dear,” my mother answered gently and quietly, and sat down on the bed next to her daughter. - This is payback for our female sins. And even those like us cannot change anything.

- And what does it mean? - the girl looked at her mother and took her hand.

“This, my dear, means that today you have turned from a little girl into an adult girl,” Mom took the daughter in her hand and kissed it.

- And no one can interrupt it?

Mom sighed.

- Oddly enough, but only such an event as conceiving a child interrupts the monthly blood for the entire pregnancy of the female body. Truly a miracle then takes place.

After silence for a few seconds, Mom continued:

- Or old age. With age, it also ceases to be until the end of life. But this does not apply to us, because we do not grow old.

- Mom, you speak in riddles. Who are we? - the girl tried to get up, but then again fell on the pillow.

- Lie, Melania, lie down. And while I tell you something. Since you already can. Well, you, in turn, pass on this knowledge to your daughter.

The woman leaned over the girl's head and began to whisper to her what she had long been going to tell. The wind at this time raged outside the window, feeling its power. This night was special ...

Chapter two

Our days. The building of the Moscow State University.

On September 1, when the Maseratti dads and Bentley moms were no longer placed in parking spaces near the most famous and prestigious university of the largest country in the world, when yesterday's schoolboy suddenly turned into successfully repulsive first-year students and ambitiously shitty-chic first-year students with Napoleonic plans for those very rich "daddies" on the "Maseratti", and with Chingiz-Khan's methods of conquering these same fat cats, on the solemn lineup was the group number "2-875". While the future economists, the support and hope of the nation, the prosperity and success of the country, the stability of workers and the reliability of retirees, made fun and amicable selfies, chatted with the same blockheads, "hooked" through social networks over newly-drafted recruits who could not get anywhere, and just a galdela, a quiet and very homely girl stood a little away from everyone else.

- NDA. We don’t need such hockey, by jabbing at the side of his new comrade Pavel, he pointed to the girl Dmitriy standing in the direction.

Laughing, Pavel answered Dmitry in the tone:

- I fully agree with you, colleague. Today's owners can play without a goalkeeper, because no puck will fly into their gates.

Friendly rzhach strengthened. Now this ignoramus was funny, they laughed at a modest and homely girl who stood a little away from everyone.

As for the young person, over whom the two jerks were now mocking so amicably, everything was really sad here. Looking at her, everyone asked one single question: how? How could IT go to the best state university in the country? And the answer lay on the surface. Connections Banal, standard communication mother freshman. With whom? Here, rather with what. But the fact remains.It was thanks to the mother that the girl now stood at the gala event.

The young lady, who recently celebrated her seventeenth anniversary of life, had a unique, by today's standards, name - Cassia. Like everyone in her family, she had red hair that barely reached her shoulders. Pretty tall, too slim, even slightly thin, Cassia could “boast” of an absolutely flat chest and practically unremarkable booty. The freckles, though barely perceptible, housed in almost all of the child’s little face, making him painfully comical and quite unattractive. The final touch of this, to say the least, unpresentable appearance, was the apparel. The light checkered skirt, which covered perhaps the hairy legs, reached the ankles, and the faded, once-motley blouse, which completely lacked such a thing as a neckline, was slightly off-sized.

And the package. Standard, not polyethylene. With lace handles. And the white inscription: “L'Etoile. Treat yourself! ”On a blue background. In general, the school year began with fun. And hopefully.

Chapter three

The first impression, as is known, is deceptive. Virtually everyone despised, to which the jokes, ridicule and other bad things flowed in an inexhaustible stream, Cassius proved the opposite. Well, how is the opposite? The essence remained the same, as it was the object for entertainment number one, it remained, but here is the study ... Attendance is one hundred percent, Performance is one hundred percent. The re-elected elder (the old one was taken for being naughty), the source for cheating, the “automator” in the first session and the most inconspicuous quiet girl - that’s what the first-year student turned out to be.

It was also noteworthy that there was a guy on the stream, almost identical in terms of modesty and academic performance, but outwardly, the cardinal opposite of the headman from a parallel group. Handsome brunette, tall, broad shoulders and muscular, he also had a rather rare name - Dimitri. To the general female surprise, and soon to false disappointment, he showed no interest in the opposite sex. At the beginning, almost all the girls of the stream tried to pick it up on their “hook”, and naturally no one succeeded. Then someone suggested that he was already meeting with someone and maybe not even from their university. However, soon, after a harsh seduction of one blonde "to argue", everyone agreed that the guy was just a hidden gay.

Since this all started. More precisely, with the phrase Dimitri, who responded to such an insulting statement by Paul about the fact of his involvement in sexual minorities.

Chapter Four

The twelfth of February. Before the first couple.

- Well, what will you give to yours? - Liza asked Vera.

She leaned over the desk behind her and answered softly, giggling:

- New set of linen.

- Verka, you are a fool. Well then, this is not a gift to him, but to you.

- No, Lisa, she herself is. This is just a gift to him. So be it, please my once a year.

- Phew, you are so mean.

- So more and do not deserve it! And who promised to pay me a driving school? Am I what? And in the cafe who has not enough money last time? Do I have something?

- Ah, well then yes. Let it rejoice. And I'm thinking ...

“What are you thinking about?” - Karina asked when she came along, making a selfie with her tongue hanging out, by the way, with a piercing.

“Ah,” said Vera, with a wave of her hand. “We are discussing the guys.”

- NDA? Whom?

“Yes, not guys, but what to give your own for the holiday,” Lisa made adjustments.

- And what holiday? Oh yes! Saint Valentine's! So how is this "what to donate"? February 14th is not the twenty-third? Let them give! And we somehow pay off. Personally, for example, at first I will look (a new selfie with a lips with a bow) on what the gift will be, and only then - the reward.

- And what? - almost together asked the girls.

- Well, if new headphones - kiss on the cheek. Well, there is a cosmetic set - and you can make a blowjob. Well, if something serious - a loved one.

- With such requests, dear, you will ...