Vladimir sat down on a plastic red armchair in the hall of the hall, and heard that the wind was only getting stronger outside, trees were drooping to the ground. The temperature of New Year's Moscow has dropped to - 29 degrees, which was nonsense. All seats in the waiting room were occupied. Vladimir hid in the corner behind the Coca-Cola apparatus, and decided to read a newspaper, which he saved from a mindless death in a frozen sewage system.

Opening a crumpled newspaper, Vladimir froze, and the newspaper in his hands began to shake gently. The hands of the stunned young man began to shake. In the eyes it became crowded from the accumulated tears.

On the main page of the newspaper, on the front page, a photo of Marina was published. On the page there was a large report about the new generation of leadership in the "RN" and Marina, who led one of the best and most powerful regional offices, was chosen by the photographer and journalists as the best specialist in the "RN". In addition to unconditional mental qualities, she was wondrously divinely breathtakingly beautiful. Vladimir looked into the eyes of Marina. The picture was taken by a professional. Ideally chosen angle, highlighted the incredibly beautiful eyes of Marina, hidden under elegant glasses from the "DG". “My Queen” - Vladimir said quietly and ran his hand over Marina’s photo, feeling the warmth with which the newspaper was blazing. Vladimir pressed a photo of Marina to his chest, got up from his chair and walked down the hall of the station. He wanted to sing and dance, he walked confidently and relaxed, he was holding a photo of his Mistress and was happy that fate had made such a gift to him, but before that it hit him hard, later rewarding him.

Vladimir passed the slot machines, where there was a large liquid crystal panel, on which was a text consisting of brilliant golden letters.

“Find a wonderful edition of the Russia Business News newspaper, which will contain a four-digit code, enter this code into our gaming machine and you will become a participant of the draw for the prize of 10,000,000 rubles.”

Vladimir walked past the panel and strumming slot machines. He looked at Marina’s eyes and flashed in his head like asterisks about what to do and how to appear before Marina in this form. He was very worried.

At the kiosk "Vostok", which sold cigarettes and alcoholic beverages, there was a boy in a black cap and a black jacket, he stood and smoked, looking around. The inscription of the 10 million that ran through the panel, has long lodged in his brain. He has already stolen more than 1.000 newspapers "RBN", but none of them had the coveted number. While smoking a cigarette, Peter looked at the strange young man in untidy clothes who passed by the slot machines, and strangely staring at the main page of the RBN newspaper, but did not try to run up to the slot machines to introduce magic numbers. Surely he found something more expensive than 10 million rubles, that's a jerk - Peter thought - maybe it only seems to me, and he has a regular edition of a newspaper. No, I had to try, the last time, I had to try - thoughts were spinning in Peter’s head, and throwing out a crumpled goby, he jerked sharply from the kiosk, ran towards Vladimir, and with an arrogant unceremonious and lightning movement, snatched the newspaper out of his hands That photo of Marina rumpled. Grabbing the newspaper, Peter ran to the door to the street, crumpling a newspaper along the way and trying to put it in his pocket. Vladimir, taken aback by such arrogance, was not going to wait for the second attack, beside himself with rage, at the guy who crumpled and stole the photo of his girlfriend, he ran to the nearest door, on the street, no matter how cold it was, he saw that Peter had already run out to the street, and kicking the doors with a foot, without any fear for the actions of the night police officer, ran out into the street to catch Peter, the man who was trying to destroy his happiness with his absurd actions. Peter began to look around and saw that Vladimir was running after him, the distance between two people was rapidly decreasing. In the eyes of Vladimir, Peter read anger. Peter ran to the square near the station. The icy wind blew at a breakneck pace. The whole area was covered with snow and ice.Peter ran across the square, crumpling the newspaper in his hands, and he hoped that he would reach a secluded place where he could easily read if the same code was on the newspaper. Vladimir ran after him, on sore feet, he developed a wild speed, and ran as hard as he could. From his frantic speed, he ran straight and did not slide on the ice. Before Peter, a wall appeared, of a high five-floor parking lot, in which the most expensive foreign cars left by the owners, who had come to hang out at nearby nightclubs, stood in cozy chambers. Peter took the newspaper into his mouth and jumped onto the icy staircase leading to the second floor of the parking lot. Vladimir took off on the stairs after him. Peter quickly overcame a couple of meters and ran across the parking lot, breaking the spare emergency glass.

At the parking post, an elderly security guard who watched the film “Spring on Zarechnoy Street” got up from the chair and turned on the flashlight and went to see what happened on the 2nd floor, where there were five “Maybachs”, three “Porsches”, two “Lamborghini” and one “Audi” .

Peter ran over a concrete column, between two cameras with cars. The cameras were closed and the cars were in a cozy environment behind steel doors. Vladimir shouted “Get out bitch, give me the newspaper, scum”, then he leaned over, clutched his knees and began to breathe deeply, then lifted his head and looked around. There was silence around. Peter held his breath so that he wouldn’t open up, he took the opportunity and looked at the newspaper, but really, the premonition this time did not deceive him, there was a number in the newspaper giving 10 million rubles. Peter immediately pulled out this number, tucked it into his underpants, pulling the belt off his pants, and crumpled up another part of the newspaper and threw it away. Deciding what to expect behind the column is not the right thing, he decided to run out and rush that there are forces to the broken emergency window, especially since Vladimir was no longer there. Peter looked around, but could not find Vladimir. Near it was not. With careful and ingratiating steps, Peter went to the window, when he suddenly felt a giant blow on the back. “Oh you are a dog,” the guard hissed, striking Peter with an old wooden stick he wore for such purposes. At that moment, the doors of the large parking lot opened and inside, two young men came in - a girl in a black mink coat and a guy in a black leather jacket to the waist. They walked along the first floor to the elevator, having fun discussing something. The girl was holding in her handles the keys to the car, which she had fun playing. Vladimir was looking at the first floor, at the entered couple through the ceilings located on the second.

The girl and the guy went into the elevator. In the elevator, the guy began to hug the girl, trying to kiss her, but received comic slaps. “Not now Sergey, not now, stupid,” said the girl, in a cheerful and languid and harsh voice. She had luxurious golden hair, and green eyes of wondrous beauty. The girl's fragrance spread throughout the room, it was so beautiful and delicate that it seemed that roses would blossom in every dark corner of the room. The elevator stopped on the second floor. The girl and Sergey came out of the elevator and went to the booth of the camera "10" in which stood the "Audi". Vladimir could not believe his eyes, his hands were weakened, his legs trembled, tears rolled in his eyes. He saw Marina and was stunned, he saw her in REAL, he saw her lively, tender and so incredibly beautiful that he did not understand where he was, and whether this really was life. Having felt the excitement of wild strength in his body, he could not hold onto the ceiling and fell down. All the ribs began to hurt as if a bat had walked through them.

"What is it ..." - Sergey turned around, puzzled. “Everything is OK, dear, you are so tense, you are looking around,” said Marina, gently pouting, she went to the car, opened the door, sat in a luxurious leather chair and started the engine, which growled with a beautiful sound and began to work quiet and silently. “Come to me” - Marina said loudly and severely, to Sergey, but he went behind the cameras, to see what all the same so loudly knocked. In Sergey's pocket, ... Read more →