Deciding, she went ahead. There, as she remembered, there was a passage to the lobby, to the watch. She will ask for the key to the artistic, dress and return the hotel. Or walk on the night Elite-sur-West, if you do not remember the road.

Yulia was not mistaken: the corridor quickly led her to the lobby. And how could she have wandered yesterday? ..

A dim light burned on the watch. Vahtersha, French aunt Dusya, dozing in the chair.

“Sorry,” said Julia timidly. Her voice boomed in silence, as if from an amplifier.

Aunt Dusya sniffed without waking up.

- Sorry! - shouted Julia. - Excuseme!

It sounded so deafening that Julia herself was frightened. But Aunt Dusya snored like Ilya of Murom.

Deciding, Julia went up to her and shook her shoulder.

“Aw,” Aunt Dusya muttered, opening her eyes.

The next moment they expanded, like the Universe in the Big Bang.

- Ыaaaaa! - shouted Aunt Dusya. Then she rolled her eyes and slid off the chair.

For a minute, Julia stood as a monument to herself. Then, on cotton feet, she approached Aunt Doucet and touched her.

Pulse was. Aunt Dusya was breathing. She was faint.

Keys hung in the rack. Which of them approached the artistic, it was impossible to understand.

Aunt Dusya groaned, stirred, and Julia instinctively darted to the exit. "See - it'll blur again," she thought, jerking the door. Locked up

With her side vision, she saw Aunt Dusi's silhouette, heavy on its feet. "Lock ... turn ..." - Julia thought, frantically tugging at everything that was sticking out of the door.

Finally, one of the handles turned - once, twice, third ... The door opened.

Julia rushed out of the theater and ran for another minute or two, turning the corner, until she understood two things:

1) "I am barefoot and can pin my legs."

2) "I am completely naked in the middle of someone else's city."

She froze. Then slowly turned back.

"Everything will be fine," she told herself. “Vakhtersha will not be scared. We will agree ... "

Going to the theater, Julia made sure that the door was closed.

However, she already knew that.

I wanted to pull, knock, but suddenly she was covered by a chilly wave, which rushed to the throat with ice. Goosebumps dug into Yulino's body through a layer of paint, and nerves sparkled from them, like wires before a thunderstorm.

Naked. Naked. Naked. Naked. Naked ...

Totally naked. Pussy out.

One in a strange city.

Without the ability to dress, hide, hide behind ... Yes, and painted as a zombie.

"Nothing. I will wait until they open it ”- she thought, knowing full well that she would not have enough exposure to hang around here all night.

The night city called, beckoned her, pulled her in ...

Staggering from vertigo, Julia walked slowly along the street.

***

There were almost no pedestrians. Those who were, Julia saw in advance and bypassed. And if it was impossible to bypass it, it was going back.

All her feelings are sharpened to the limit. The slightest rustle, light or smell Julia perceived skin, aching from the paint. Her nipples swelled and stuck forward like locators, and Julia felt their weight, as if everyone had been screwed on a lead weight. She became a fearful nocturnal beast, which cannot, in no case could it be to meet with two-legs ...

- Eeeeey !!!

Julia turned round, cold. A man sat behind her on the asphalt and looked at her with such horror in his eyes that Julia herself was frightened and rushed from him, running a couple of streets. On the way she was accompanied by the same screams, from which a bare ass was burning, and I wanted to run even faster ...

Stopping, Julia realized that she did not know how to return to the theater.

Her nerves were so full of mint cold that the extra portion simply did not fit into them, and Julia laughed. She did it loudly and hysterically, and she covered her mouth.

- I wonder how many drunken people dug to drink today? - whether she thought, or she said. And she went ahead - smoothly, calmly, showing off in front of imaginary spectators and whimpering from her own shamelessness.

The spectators, however, soon appeared. Here and there, heaps of night-time party-goers crowded together, too cultured to be called Gopnik, but the graphs with marquises are clearly not similar. Seeing them, Julia did not turn off, but walked right on them, bursting with a mint tickling all over her body. Those to the last did not see her, as if she had become a night shadow, but when they saw her, they were scared, rubbed their eyes, laughed, shouted something in French and waved to her like a ship. Not answering was ugly, and Julia smiled at them, pulling her painted cheeks, and even waved back, not feeling her hands, as if she had really turned into a ghost.

After the first such meeting, a real squall boiled in her, as if she had plunged into a mint tincture and swallowed her ears.

At the second or third meeting, this squall settled down and Julia felt her body, in spite of herself, flaunted in front of the stunned party-goers. Her chest pulled out, her thighs went to eights, her legs caught the rhythm of an insane defile ... Shamelessness burned her nerves; if one of these people grabbed her and threw her on the asphalt - Julia probably would not have resisted, because it wasn’t exactly she ...

It was the most powerful experience in her life, and Julia danced on the go. In the theater, too, thousands of people saw her naked, and she was uneasy, but this could not be compared with the euphoria of shamelessness into which the views of night passers-by drove her. She wanted to throw herself on the pavement and squirm there, rub on the stones and bend, like a cat, in the dust, otklyachivaya ass. A smiling boy came out to meet her; Julia ran up to him, took her hands, whirled, butted her head - and ran into the darkness. Her body, the air, the city and the whole Universe - everything sank in tension, everything was impregnated with electricity and trembled like its bare thighs ...

Overhead shied. Julia jumped, although it was just thunder, and ran into the darkness of the park, not feeling her feet. Thundered again and again; the first heavy drops fell on it, burning through the paint - and the air suddenly turned into a wall of icy water.

Julia squealed. The streets responded with the same screams - the girls who were a party girl squealed, but they had a place to hide, and there were only rare trees around Yulia. Rainstorm increased; stunned Julia laughed in the epicenter of the elements, rolling on the grass and screaming, blocking the thunder.

Then the rain subsided a bit, and she ran to the lantern. The paint is half gone, and Yulino’s face was probably the face of a real zombie. Near the river rustled; second - and Julia climbed there on all fours, like a real beast, and screamed in the icy water that burned to the bones, washing away the remaining paint. Then she stuck her head there, pulled out with a splash, grabbed air and stuck it again, washing the paint out of her hair ... She was no longer cold, but she still squealed, flopping in the stones, then suddenly climbed into the mud, smeared her ears and I plunged into the water again ... There was only rain and darkness around her, and she was in the epicenter, naked and wild, burnt by the elements. There was no future: what to do next, she did not know, and it was like a little death - Yulya Metelkina died in the rain, leaving a bare beast instead of herself ...

Then she walked, wet, through the park. Rain stopped. The sky was lightening, and the houses around Yulia ceased to be black contours - morning came up.

The park quietly turned into the streets. The windows were lit, sleepy people stared at Julia, but she was not ashamed. She could not tell how she was. She was no longer in paint, not a theatrical monster, but simply was naked, and that was all. So it happened. And nothing could be done about it. And Julia did not do anything, but just wandered, splashing through puddles. She did not care. She just assumed that she was naked, and everyone saw her. This fact was now in her, and she walked with him inside, meeting the views of others.Her shamelessness was as sharp as pain, and she wounded him, looking at herself in the shop windows.

They signaled to her, smiled, said something, and she smiled in response. It was already quite light, and the whole city appeared on the streets.

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