1. From the cycle "In the fathers good" №1: It is impossible to withstand
  2. From the cycle “It is good for Fathers” No. 2: Report
  3. From the cycle “Good for Fathers” No. 3: Rapunzel and Physics
  4. From the cycle “It's good for Fathers” No. 4: Elevator of Love
  5. From the cycle “It’s good for Fathers” No. 5:
  6. From the cycle “It is good for Fathers” No. 6: A Barefoot Story
  7. From the cycle “It is good for Fathers” No. 7: Sashka and Flutist
  8. From the cycle “It's good for Fathers” No. 8: Debut
  9. From the cycle “It is good for Fathers” No. 9: Tatyana, dear Tatyana
  10. From the cycle “It's good for Fathers” No. 10: Instead
  11. From the cycle “To fathers suits” №11: Show Must Go On

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That was incredible. It simply could not be believed. Nastya did not believe, approaching the cafe "Two Pandas", in which she was waiting ... no, no. It does not happen.

Perhaps it was the easiest thing: to convince yourself “it does not happen” and to pretend that you are just walking around Moscow and wondering if you should go into a cozy cafe. The greater was the risk of squandering on atoms when everything proves true. Because, however, everything was true ...

True, it looks like a soap opera, over which it is a sin to laugh: a provincial girl without connections and acquaintances from a poor family who just finished a ballet stumbles upon an ad - “The great Elmaro is looking for a couple” - get drunk and submit an application for casting ( on that day she turned eighteen and got drunk for the first time), she goes through all three tours like clockwork, and Elmaro, the greatest dancer and showman of all times and peoples, chooses her, Nastya Negulyaeva, from hundreds of the best dancers from all over the world.

Elmaro's former partner, the incomparable Tamila, died in a car accident. Some month ago, Nastya roared, looking at the photo of Tamila, which hung the walls of her room ... For the first round, a video of six different rooms was required, including improvisation and puzzling acrobatic stunts. Giggling and showing everyone what a cool game she got involved in, drunk Nastya put up links to the records of her numerous contests and competitions. Three weeks later, when she forgot to think about the whole story, she received a letter. Opening her mouth, Nastya read that she was selected for the second round and she was invited to Moscow.

Raffle? Bad joke? Recruiting in a brothel?

After discussing these versions with her parents, Nastya still got on the plane, reassuring her mother that she was already a big girl, she definitely couldn’t get to the third round, and would never hurt to fly to Moscow at the official expense.

In the second round, she had to come up with three days, learn and show the number to the music given to her on arrival. Nastya invented something that disgusted her herself, and desperately tried to remember all this, forgetting about sleep and eating one coffee. Before going on stage, she was told that the great Elmaro would not be able to attend, and he would be shown the recording of her performance. In a state of half consciousness and faintness, Nastya went out and, having forgotten all her ideas, improvised a certain dance of despair, bravado and chaos - a mixture of a break with a dying swan. When this shame was over, she wandered through the streets of Moscow until the evening and roared, snapping to passersby, and then returned to her room to collect things slowly, with methodical fury, until she fell asleep right in the middle of the linen.

At nine in the morning she was woken by a bell. A polite voice said that Nastya went to the third round, where she was to dance with the great Elmaro. Today at eight in the evening rehearsal.

All day Nastya hung around the city, looking at her watch every ten minutes. At half past seven she was already in place. Trampling at the entrance, she decided to slip inside and get into the hall - to find out what and how.

Elmaro was waiting for her at the entrance to the stage - a tall, charismatic, irresistiblely flexible mulatto with a piercingly cynical smile that pricked the hearts of millions of fans.

- Right. Pedants come on time, and creative people - half an hour earlier. Monday begins on Saturday. Come on, Anastasia.

In his mouth of Nastina, the full name sounded mockingly, as if he was jabbing over Olympus, where Nastya ascended with his help.

They entered the stage, dimly lit by two blue spotlights.

“It's so dark here,” said Nastya, not knowing what else to say.

- Dark deeds are done in the dark. For the work!

Elmaro showed, inspired, fascinated and teased Nastya, disposing of her body as her property - and she, on the machine, like an obedient zombie, tried to do what she was told without believing in the reality of what was happening.

- Well, Anastasia! What is this fresh frozen hake for you? Your yesterday's dance was something! Energy, passion, mad emotions, fight of life and death! And now what? Yesterday, your power pushed me into the room, like an astronaut at the start ...

- In the hall?

- Yes. I lied that I will not come so that you do not write for fear and work to the fullest. And he was sitting in the hall. You just went on stage - and I already knew that I would take you away.

- And besides me, a lot more ... for the third round? ..

Elmaro paused, smiling into her eyes. Then he said:

- No one.

- How ... no one?

- Like this. Will we gab or work?

The current, which has nowhere entered Nastya, deprived her of her weight, and she flew in the hands of Elmaro, contrary to Newton's law, out of time, space and mind. When finally there was a pause, Elmaro looked at his watch and said:

- It is a quarter to one. Metro is all. I'll take you.

Nastya wanted to ask when the third round, but suddenly fatigue fell on her, as heavy as the coffin lid, and she could not make a sound. Without feeling her legs, she walked behind Elmaro to his car.

They arrived in silence - and when she said “goodbye” to him, he did not answer, looking at her with the same smile.

Nastya did not know what this could mean. She did not know anything and did not understand. Reaching on the autopilot to the number, she collapsed into bed and fell asleep, as she was - sweaty, in clothes and in shoes.

At nine in the morning, the bell woke her again. The same polite voice congratulated Nastya on the fact that the great Elmaro chose her, Anastasia Negulyayeva, and said that he was waiting for her by eleven in the cafe “Two Pandas” to discuss the conditions of their cooperation.

- And ... and ... and the third round? - Nastya whispered.

- You passed it yesterday. This was the third round.

***

“Hello,” said Nastya, walking up to the table where Elmaro was sitting.

She tried to say hello distinctly and affably, but it turned out in a pioneering manner, and Nastya felt herself blushing thickly.

“Hello,” Elmaro answered in tone. His smile burned Nastya, and she froze at the table. - So you will stand? Then I will have to get up.

- Oh. Excuse me ... - Nastya with a roar pushed back the chair and sat down, almost knocking it over.

- I'm sorry. You're shocked, don't know how to hold on, how to react - I understand. And I do not expect from you enthusiasm and ecstasy, do not be afraid. What I’ll say now will put you in far greater shock. In supershok. So relax and do not think what impression you make - you have already made it. Okay?

- Okay, - Nastya responded.

- Well, that's nice. First: I offer to drink for the remarkably talented and beautiful girl Anastasia and for her success. Here is your glass. In it wine - they drink it. So - open your mouth, and ... am!

Crimson Nastya in one gulp has emptied a glass. Wine burned her like a liquid fire.

- Wow. If you are an alcoholic, you are not too experienced, ”said Elmaro, looking at how Nastya is coughing. - So, Anastasia. Relax and listen to me. First: from this moment you call me Arthur. If you want - Arturchik, if you want - Arthur Rolandovich, I do not care. This is my secret name, only people close to me call me that. And now you are becoming one of the closest people to me - unless, of course, I agree. Well, agreed?

Nastya nodded.

- Cool. Now about you. Compliments will not do: the fact that you chose Elmaro himself, says everything. The dance partner for me is a very close person. Dance is my whole life, and my partner is no more, no less than half of this life. Now you are my half. In every sense, Anastasia. Partners must have the closest possible relations - otherwise there will not be that merger of souls and bodies that is needed in our business. You will live with me and sleep with me in my bed.You will have a lot of sex with me - and not just sex, but such sex, which will help you to turn from a provincial darling to a real woman. You must belong to me completely - otherwise we will not have the contact that I need. I will study you, penetrating your body and soul as deeply as I can. If you have a boyfriend, you will have to leave him: I'm not going to ...

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