The sun had already slipped a little to the western sky, but still blindingly alive, with orange light bursting into the open windows. The rays shine between the scarlet caps of a blossoming geranium, hit a large nickel-plated samovar that stands on a small table in our kitchen - my dad just loves to drink tea from a samovar. And nothing that he is electric, do not drown the samovar in the kitchen, but the tea from it is definitely somewhat ina. The shards of the sun broken by a samovar in unsteady bunnies lie on the doors of a bulky old buffet - still left by my grandmother, on a scribbled view of a beautiful pencil case with a set of silver knives and forks, on a thick mother, where a kerosene lamp hangs on a nail - in case of a blackout, and finally - on a dark carved salary also of an ancient mirror, in the vast silver lake of which I now look with some pleasure.

At the same time, I squint at the rare gold dust particles in the pillar of sunlight — my mommy recently cleaned the floor in our large kitchen. Stalin is Stalin! And I am working on my parting, at the same time using the Chypre cologne, the deadly scent of which has a deadly effect on flies and mosquitoes, so even with the window open, they are not in the kitchen. I'm already in a hurry - my daughter Victoria Mikhailovna, beauty Svetlana, should come soon, the light of her mom's eyes, as she told me. I am entrusted with a drunken whisper of a rather satisfied Victoria to deliver Sveta home safe and sound. And with the advent of cooperatives, such youth gangs appeared that “shelter” the points of the co-operators, and at the same time a beautiful girl can be offended.

Coming out of the door, I almost suffocated from the stupefying smell of lilacs. The current March, this year is simply abnormally warm, already to the surprise of the residents was decorated with lilac. Along with fructifying sisters, rowan and bird cherry, lilac in our city is now in the necessary honorable presence. Almost every house in our city has a thin-stemmed low tree, on which beautiful milky-purple clusters have already been curled, spread out among bright green foliage. Plenty of lilac! But only in one front garden grew lilac white - rare for these places. Like a boil, it swelled with sparkling whiteness, on the green tone of the branches let out curls from countless fragrant inflorescences. This lilac grew at our home and also at the home of Svetlana. So, and now quickly to a stop.

I recognized her immediately - slim, light-legged, in a light demi-season jacket, a silk skirt much higher than the knees, she just flew like a fast mountain goat, on the sidewalk, I barely kept up with her. The light warm breeze very freely managed with her skirt, famously lifting it so that I could completely see her beautiful slender legs, underlined with nylon stockings of dark stockings, right up to her panties. Wonderful view! She is 22 years old, as Victoria told me, she can’t get a job at school.

Having caught up with her, I firmly embraced Sveta, she just frightened gasped and whispered at the tender ear, which I kissed at the same time:

- Svetlana Vinichenko? The police. By order of Victoria Mikhailovna, you are arrested and will be delivered under guard to apartment 110. I can carry my arms.

We laughed, Sveta quickly withdrew from fright, and I gently kissed her hot fingers and apologized. It looks like I liked her a little bit - she was obviously not going to leave, I held her hands, but she didn’t pull out her tender hands, stood next to me and we chatted a little. And here, just we went - the news of our time! Such a short boy came up to us, Sveta whispered that he was already 18 years old, but he was so naughty, they didn’t even take him to the army, and he was impudently interested in what kind of relationship we had, they say, this young lady, my girlfriend, liked his brigadier Barge. Oh, you need to keep your ear up! Situation!

We met - his name is Anton, but I told him loudly and firmly - Sveta is not my friend, but my bride, we filed an application with the registry office, that is, we already have official relations, so if anyone touches my bride ( Slightly pinched Sveta for the ass, which opened its mouth to be silent), then this is a criminal matter, you know, you are a smart guy, I see, well, you understand this situation. At the words “smart guy,” Anton even got into a dignified position, so he wasn’t exactly named. Already he straightened up a little.

A business guy offered us a wedding in the newly opened cooperative cafe "Youth", where his sister works, they say - this is the best option. Heather beaver! We agreed to meet at the cafe in an hour, but he would tell Barkas what, how and how much. Why did I say that? And no one will issue a complaint to the official bride and report that someone has liked her now - unofficial laws in our midst!

We took a taxi, and I gave out all the deals to Svetlana, taken aback by my pressure, near the registry office, she penetrated, only scolded a bit - her butt got a little sore from my strong fingers. And so you would have spoiled everything, so now there is no turning back - and we soon signed a statement, at the same time congratulating the elderly manager on the upcoming holiday, well, having drunk at her insistence on a glass of champagne bought by me - she and her employees began to celebrate. Well, after a glass all howled - and kiss the bride! Holding a tax certificate in my hand, I cheekily tightly embraced the startled Sveta and with pleasure dug into her soft lips! How sweet she is! I barely broke away from her, Sveta was a little excited - her eyes glittered, her red steel cheeks, and her chest so excitingly dropped! Here all the girls, headed by the manager, applauded us. Well, when the question of how long we have known - I honestly answered that it was an hour and a half, they all laughed for a long time! Like, what a humorist newly-born fiance!

In the cafe, we learned that the manager would be in an hour, so we tasted the dishes, especially I wanted to feed Anton, he clearly has rickets. So leaving Anton to protect the Light, I retired with his sister, asking her to feed the guy whenever I could. And the fact that he does not want to come here is the question I will decide. And then I realized that Ira was somehow trembling, so I hugged her tightly and kissed her on the lips. And she dug into me like that - she has her period tomorrow, she’s all on fire, for a long time she and her boyfriend haven’t had anything and she has so much chest pain. That's why, flushing a little, the girl asked me to "help" her. A minute later she was leaning over and putting her hands on the window sill in their small back room, and my “old friend” was flying with might and main in her tight vagina, and I still crushed her tender chest. I finished right into her, once a safe day, and she was very pleased, and of course I did. What a wonderful day today! Well, saying that now Anton will be here often, asked to feed him and be sure to give him vitamins - otherwise full rickets and he will not grow! Then flexing her knees flexibly, Irochka caressed with the tongue of my “friend” and thanked me - and for the pleasure delivered, my chest no longer hurts and for taking care of my brother.

Having asked her, very satisfied, having received a cool orgasm, to care for two clients - Sveta and Anton, I quickly resolved questions about the wedding with the visiting manager and returned to the hall. My face was no longer burning and I boldly sat down to them. Well, Anton, I asked every day to drop in here and boldly report all “assaults” to the visiting “eagles” - this cafe is “roofed” by the Barkad brigade. Well, every day, take a sample from a cooked meal, so that there is control, it will be such a task for you. It was with such a sauce that he, of course, agreed, apparently fearing that they would laugh at him, saying that he was running to his sister.

I spent that night with Sveta a little dumbfounded by such rapid development of events, caressing her for a long time, at the same time making her cunniling, slightly dumbfounded, which caused her sweet moans to rattle all over the apartment, but they didn’t wake her mommy who was fast asleep in the clouds of wine vapors.But her dad was, as Sveta laughed, on "fishing." A vodka box was taken by his company, but they took or forgot their fishing rods - she is not sure.

Well, after the holidays, I easily arranged for Sveta to our sponsored school - the director obviously did not want to lose such rich chefs. So this woman's holiday was remembered to us and Sveta for a long time. Now at night she was more relaxed with me - I eventually taught her to oral and anal sex. And we very often looked at “our” cafe, Anton got a little better and watched the order with eagle eye, easily calming the rowdy with hints at the Barkas brigade. All the waitresses were very grateful to him - now no one dared to offend them. At the same time they very skillfully helped Anton to become a man, of which he was very proud.

And I continued to assert that the real women's holiday - March 7! And I am firmly convinced of this!