"Weird girl. What is she sitting here for the third day? Well-dressed, pretty, the documents are in order, and sleeps at the station like a bomzhiha. He writes something else in his notebook. Maybe it’s a plan for the station and the mode of protection for the bad guys. Deliver her to the office, but interrogate with predilection. “- probably, the patrolmen passing by me for these days for the hundredth time think so.

I would be glad to move from the station to a normal apartment, but I just can't get it off. All these three days after arriving from my home village of Nizhnye Mugs, I go to ads, talk with the owners, agents, and get rejected everywhere. And I can not retreat. I urgently need to find housing and a well-paying job in the city, otherwise my mother and I will be in big trouble. And all because of that terrible SMS.

It was written in it that my bank card was blocked and the phone was listed for details. I was scared and called. The answering girl promised to help. To find out the reason for blocking, she asked to call the card data. I dictated everything that was on it: the number, date, first name and surname written in Latin, CVV-code. The girl said that such a card in the database is not blocked and, probably, the SMS came by mistake.

I was very happy, and the girl asked if we had other cards and offered to check them too. I dictated my mother's card details and we checked it. She, too, was fine. With peace of mind, I said goodbye to this lovely girl and forgot about her. A month later, a rude man from a bank called me and demanded that the loan payment not be delayed.

It turned out that all the money on our cards was spent, including the credit limit. It was not possible to explain that we did not do this and now we need to make monthly contributions to pay for the overspending. The minimum payment is more than our salary together with my mother three times.

When I found out about this, I hid in the forest for two days, afraid to return home. I was sure that my mother would kill me. She - a terribly fierce woman - always drilled me, like rookie’s grandfathers in the army. And there was no one to intercede. Dad ran away from her right after my birth and since then we have lived together.

It's good that I was born a very obedient girl and easily learned the main rule: if you want to avoid trouble, do what they say. True, my humility did not save from the reproaches. Mom always found me to count. Her catchphrase: "I'll kill you!" - preceded our every conversation. And now I gave her an excellent opportunity to fulfill her promise.

Fortunately, everything worked out. Mom not only did not beat me, but even forgot about her saying when she met me:

- Do you understand, Naska, that you let us around the world? She said softly.

- Mom, do not worry! I'll fix everything! I'll work off the loan!

- How?! On your salary in the village, even a communal not pay!

- I'll go to the city. They pay more there. I will work as a photo model! They'll take me - I'm pretty!

- Yeah, pretty. And as long and skinny as a model. And most importantly - the same fool! Ugh!

But nothing better we came up with. Taking all of my and my mom's savings, borrowing from my neighbors, I left my village for the first time. I have no one here. And mom too far. No one to share, no one to open the soul. Therefore, I started this diary, where I will record everything that happens to me in the city. Including intimate details. I hope no one will ever see him.

Now, I am going to meet with the owner of a very interesting apartment. For three days of endless views and constant failures, I was completely exhausted. I was ready to rent any accommodation for any amount. But I was lucky. I found an ad for renting a beautiful apartment in the center for the price of a room on the outskirts.

We agreed to meet with the hostess today. If only I could she would like it.Need to clean up. What a pity that the station has no place to take a shower. For three nights in a stuffy waiting room and in a fur coat, I was soaked with sweat. Yes, and, as an evil, prematurely began period. It is good that it is winter now and my little problems are hidden under thick clothes.

We agreed to meet at the entrance. I arrived 15 minutes earlier and stood at the entrance to the house, examining the courtyard, behind which was the building of the medical school. It seems that there was a big change, as the yard was littered with groups of young girls in white coats. They smoked and talked loudly, resting from the morning classes.

Behind my back, under the visor of the front door, there were also three students. They spoke in a low voice, thinking that no one hears, but, in spite of the wind, their words reached me clearly.

- Where are our cigarettes? - asked one.

- They were at small, - answered the second. - Tell me the truth for once, Kirill, where are you doing them?

- I always tell the truth! - there was a ringing young voice. - I did not have any cigarettes! I do not smoke at all!

- Yes of course! I myself gave them to you in the morning, ”said the first. - Where are they now?

- I do not know. I do not have them. Probably, someone pulled them out of me, - the third one rang again.

- And maybe it was you who smoked them all, and now, as usual, we hang noodles on our ears? - said the second. - Do not deceive at least the best friends, liar-Kirill!

- Maybe I smoked. Because I'm depressed! - fun answered Kirill. - Valera threw me!

- You said that apart from Sasha and Pasha did not meet with anyone!

There was laughter behind my back.

- Okay, girls, leave me alone! - said Kirill. - Let's better figure out where to get cigarettes.

“You smoked — you made it up,” said the first. - There is some kind of long. Go ask her. Or are you weak?

- I - weak? Yes, I'll do whatever you want with her!

I wanted to move away, but barely taking a step, I heard a ringing voice speaking to me:

- You will not smoke?

I turned and looked at the students. The girls were short, far below me, especially standing in the middle. She looked not only smaller, but younger than her friends. At the same time, motley clothes and a bright hairstyle made her the center of attention. Most likely, it was she who addressed me.

“I don't smoke,” I said, and wanted to turn away.

“Can you help with cigarette money?”

- How much do you need?

- And how much can you give? - small jumped off the threshold and came close to me. I reflexively backed up.

“Well, I don't know,” I had never smoked and had absolutely no idea how much cigarettes cost. - Probably ten rubles.

- Ten? - smiled girl and arrogantly looked at me. She was below my chest, but it seemed to be looking down from above. - Ten is not enough even for one cigarette! Give at least a steward.

- But a hundred rubles ... - I had never met with such arrogance and confused, - this is too much.

- Stolnik is a lot? - the girl smiled again and looked at her companions. They also jumped off the door and surrounded me from both sides. - What are you, a beggar?

- No, but...

- What's your name?

“Nastya,” I answered mechanically, and for some reason she blushed.

- How old are you?

— 28.

- Where do you live?

I told her my story and that I want to rent an apartment here. After hearing me, the girl said:

- So, Nastya, listen carefully. My name is Kira. We study with girls in that sharaga, and here we smoke and hang out after classes. This is our entrance. If you want to live here, then you should not quarrel with us. Do you understand?

- Yes.

“Then give us a steward for cigarettes.”

I took out my wallet, took out the money and handed it to the student.

- Wow! - exclaimed Kira, noticing a wad of bills in my wallet. - Yes, you're rich! We with the girls one pack until the evening is not enough. Give me a couple hundred more!

- But I just gave.

“Looks like you didn't understand, Nastenka.” Do you want trouble with us?

- No, I do not want - I took out another two hundred ...