"You" and bathed her in courtesies, beautiful as their mansions. Sasha was not that lost, but it seemed to her indecent to stick with them, people from the Elite World, in the same funny way, in the style of “goat goat”, as she kept with most of her acquaintances. She took courtesies, for granted, and tried to play along so that the Elite Uncles did not think about her that she was less elite than they.

The funny thing is that Sasha sincerely did not understand how she has changed - well, except for the height and boobs. Is it really all of them? ... She spent hours looking at herself in the mirror, trying to find the differences between Sasha-the current and Sasha-the usual.

But the mirror honestly reflected a childish anxious physiognomy with a wrinkled forehead. And maybe because it was so hard to find these differences.

***

One morning, the door to Lukyanov was called.

Sasha already woke up. Dad was not at home. This did not surprise her at all: Lukyanov Sr. was absent in the new status of the “oligarch”, and it happened at night.

The air was light and clear. Through the curtains, sassy sun hares made their way, slinging Sasha right in the nose; it smelled like smoke from the window leaf - a brand autumn smell that Sasha so adored. Sunday promised to be amazing!

“Probably a folder,” she thought, looking into the peephole. She gasped in surprise.

- It's me, Arthur, Pal Semenycha batman. Radiant Alexander, remember me? Said the jacket uncle, flattened by a lens into a round pancake.

- Ummm ... I remember, I remember. Right now, Arthur, for a moment, I'm not wearing a little bit here, - half-naked Sashka rushed to the closet, ignoring Arthur's assurances that this, they say, does not matter.

Arthur was a “batman”, that is - the secretary and right hand of Pal Semenych Gruzdishchev, a big guy and father's acquaintance in business (how to define his status more accurately, Sasha did not know).

Pulling on a T-shirt and shorts, she let in Arthur, a polished lysach of thirty with a hook.

- Alexandra ... Whoa! How do you do it? - he portrayed extreme surprise.

- What?

- Look like that? Every day you are all prettier and prettier ...

- Yes, so here. A lot of carrots eat. From her level of charm rises in the blood. Tea coffee?..

Sasha had an awesome mood since the morning, and she did not want to build an elite lady of herself.

- Well, what are you. I wanted to invite you to ... send an invitation from Pal Semenych. He invites you to his.

- wow! When?

- Right now.

- And ... Why did I need him, all so charming, needed right now?

- Let it be a little surprise. I hope you do not hurt him?

- Uh ...

It was something completely new. But on such a morning, Sasha wanted a new one - sparkling and beautiful, like Pal Semenych's mansion on a nearby street. Nearby was an elite village, and it so happened that Lukyanovs in their three-room “Stalin” turned out to be almost neighbors with several father’s partners.

- Uh ... I'll just call my dad, okay? - Sasha took the mobile. Still, such things need to be done with his knowledge ...

- Do not take? - asked Arthur.

- Nah. Disabled. And he and the other, - said Sasha puzzled. Dad rarely turned off the phones.

- Well, this is not so important. You are an adult girl, Alexandra ... By the way, with the majority of you!

- Thank. How do you know? - Sasha blinked.

- Intelligence reported. Happiness, health, sable on the neck, a tiger in bed and a goat who will pay for all this ... You are worth it, Alexander ...Well, so? Let's go to?

- Uh ... Let's go! - Sasha waved her hand. - Wait, I'll just dress up. Your Pal Semenych, I hope, will feed me? Or is he mean?

She had a fucking mood. Sasha wanted to be a hooligan and to see her forgive all her audacity.

***

“Why didn't your boss send a convertible for me?” - Sasha capriciously squinted on the street.

- So right there next. Weather see what! Grace! - Arthur spread his arms, portraying delight.

- Why do we enter here, and not from the main? - Sasha asked when he led her around, past the central entrance with the lions.

- What's the difference? It is not the entrance that paints a person, but the person who enters ... Sorry, Alexandra Sergeevna. Make yourself at home.

He led her through an enfilade of marble rooms, similar to the station waiting rooms, to the farthest and smallest of them. (It was the size of two of their apartments.)

There were two gilded chairs in it. Of them protruded sleek heads with glasses.

- Good morning, Pal Semenych! - said Sasha. She was a little bit afraid.

Heads turned to her, and for five seconds they studied through their glasses, without saying a word. Sasha was shy even more.

One of the heads made a mine, which was difficult to interpret.

“It is gratifying to see such a young and beautiful creature, isn't it?” She asked the other head, and she nodded at length. “And how sad it is to have to upset him.”

- Grieve? ..

“Alas, my pre-estnitsa,” Pal Semenych rose from his chair. He looked like Nikita Mikhalkov, only without a mustache. - I will not torment you with unnecessary details ... and immediately, without a trace, I'll get to the point. Your father, wonderful, most beautiful Sergey Konstantinich, a kind-hearted man ... Alas, he was in trouble.

- What happened? - Sasha wheezed.

- He is in prison. And around the see - a serious matter. I warned him! ..

Sasha felt the floor float under her feet.

- How is it? Why? What is he accused of? It is necessary ... need to do something. Where is he? She almost shouted.

- Do not shout, beauty. I said in Russian: in prison.

- And ... - Sasha suddenly rushed to the exit, then just as suddenly froze. “You ... won't you help me?”

- to help? Help is possible. Is it possible to leave such a prelastnitsu in trouble? Is not it, Dmitry Sergeyevich?

The second head nodded in detail.

- Ah ... what should I do?

- This is a different conversation. You already, ummm, an adult, Alexandra ...

She nodded hastily.

—... and you know that we adults do nothing for nothing. As, however, and in children.

She nodded again, this time not so briskly.

- You can say lucky. Here Dmitry Sergeyevich is a very, very influential person. And he, like all powerful people, has his weaknesses.

Dmitry Sergeyevich nodded in the same way.

- You probably think that he is a businessman, tkszt, metropolitan Gobsack? No, my beautiful. He is a true artist, an esthete from God. Dmitry Sergeyevich, will you agree to help this charming girl if she offers you a little?

“Certainly,” Dmitriy Sergeich gave a vote.

- By ... pose? - Sasha questioning smiled.

She was not at all a fool and knew perfectly well what was going on, but some of her part did not want to believe it.

- Exactly.

- Well ... Yes, of course, I ... As soon as you tell how to meet with dad, and ... I at least spend the whole day ...

“Well, you, madam,” Pal Semenych shook his head reproachfully. Together with him did Dmitry Sergeyevich. “Do you still not know the golden rule of adults?”

- Rule? ..

- Of course. "Money in the morning, chairs in the evening."

“You ... want me to pose like that right now?”

Dmitry Sergeyevich exchanged glances with Pal Semyonitch, as if to say - "and she is not stupid."

“But ... you see, I’m very worried about Dad and I’m afraid I can’t naturally look like ...”

- Ltd! Do not worry: we will help you look natural. Dmitry Sergeich and I value only naturalness. Natural beauty. Do you understand me?

“Not ... not really,” Sasha said, although she understood everything. She was suddenly hoarse.

- Have you ever posed nude, my dear? - asked Dmitry Sergeyevich.

“Try it, you will like it,” Pal Semyonitch replied.

Sasha silently stood. The head was covered with fog, which she pushed away with all her might, trying to scroll through the possible options.

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