share you with anyone. I will come up with a new name for you, a new image, a new hairstyle, a new style. I will be breaking and korezhit Nastya Negulyaevu, to fashion from her a star equal to me. This is the most serious choice in your life, Anastasia. You choose a completely new life, a new birth. Former Nastya will not be. Are you ready to say goodbye to her?

Nastya looked at Elmaro-Anton with all her eyes.

- Do not rush. I understand: this question is not one of those that can be answered immediately. I give you time till evening. By six o'clock you tell me your decision. If you agree, we will immediately go to my stylists, who will send Nastya Negulyayeva into oblivion, creating a future superstar instead. She moves to me, and we immediately begin to study each other in all possible aspects, physical and spiritual. If you do not agree ...

“I agree,” Nastya said dully.

Elmaro paused. Then he smiled his piercing smile.

- And what, you do not want to think?

- I ... already thought.

- Fuck your mother, Anastasia! - Elmaro clapped his hand on the knee. - You are the same cheranutaya as me. Get used to get used to it: I am a matershinnik and a shit, and I am not going to pretend that this is not so. Are you afraid?

- I'm afraid, - Nastya nodded hopelessly.

- Ha ha ha! You answer correctly! ... I know two girls, Anastasia. They are different from each other, as I do not look like Cicarizda. One of them is called Nastya, and she is now sitting in front of me. This is a very, very educated and notorious creature with a long scythe, which has never been cut and painted, because Nastya is not any of these, but is engaged in a serious business, moreover from a decent family. But here is another ... Another is a very beautiful and sensual being, expressing in dance the whole soul of the Universe, all the power and passion of the female nature. What is her name, I do not know yet. The second looks through the first, let's say, by twenty percent. My task is to scrape the educated Nastya fucking so that she does not interfere with the second to open up in full force. If you don’t change your mind, we’ll go to my guys right now to get it from under the Nastya complexes and propriety. The last time I ask - do you agree?

“Yes,” Nastya said with her lips alone, so that Elmaro understood her correctly, nodded.

- You shake your head like a goat ... Our Nastya is a sweet creature, such a domestic kitten. But this world will not conquer ... They drove, Anastasia. There is nothing to hang around - time to miss. Welcome to the path of vice!

On the way, he told her:

- Our sweetheart and little pushechka, by the way, didn’t even ask about the conditions on which I take her to work. People call it the word "sucker". The conditions are as follows: I take her to myself, learn to dance, feed, dress, lick, fuck all the holes, and all this is completely free. Revenues from concerts are distributed simply: you - a quarter, I - three quarters. As soon as I see that you are equal to me - we divide the income in half.

Nastya listened to him, trying to imagine what Elmarro's stylists would do to her. She was so accustomed to herself, that one thought about changing her appearance doused her with goosebumps. She tried not to think about the main thing ...

***

Stylists, beautiful and arrogant people, fast as meteors, swirled and swirled in a frantic whirlwind, which Elmaro commanded, like a shaman:

- This is the shit that will cry now, because mommy does not hold her hand - here it is dancing better than myself! I swear on my dad, I didn’t believe it myself! So, the first thing we need to do is to fuck this schoolgirl, this little braid with a scythe. You yourself can not imagine, Anastasia, what a demon is sitting in you. Do you think that you are all of yourself like that - warm and good, like mother's pie? Nooo. In fact, you are strong and cruel, like passion itself. And any cruel passion is cold. This is such a paradox, then you somehow understand it ...

Nastya was seated in a chair, wrapped in a veil, and she didn’t have time to whine as she was cut off a scythe — her jewel, a sacred heirloom, which her parents were almost proud of more than Nastin’s victories in contests ... crookedly cut near the ears.

Then someone's ruthless hand drove a buzzing thing on her head, and Nastya’s hair fell on her nose and cheeks. She shaved the machine like a soldier! Cold needles dug into the heart, and Nastya covered her face with her hands, hearing Elmarmo's laughter somewhere behind her. Then the buzz was over, the hair stopped falling, and Nastya smeared her head with some sort of stinker. Burda unusually cold head, and Nastya finally realized that she no longer has long hair. She removed her hands from her face - and saw an eared boy with a head smeared with white liquid. The boy had nothing to do with Nastya, and she screamed, causing Elmarmo to have a new bout of laughter.

Then she was washed down with liquid, and under her were short hairs, white and transparent, like frost. They were smeared with new slurry, washed away again - and the hairs acquired a silvery shine. Nastya has become gray-haired! And she was no longer Nastya ...

- What was the name of the Snow Queen? Rumbled behind Elmaro. - The old liar Andersen did not confess to us, but in fact her name was ...

The, that recently was Nastya, blinked from a hair dryer and from brushes scurrying around the face.

—... Her name was ... - Elmaro was waiting, waiting for the makeup artists to finish their work. - Her name was ... girls, well, quickly! You stand in the way of my fantasy! Her name was ... wahhhh!

“What, was that the name?” Nastya wanted to ask, but she saw herself in the mirror and froze.

- Her name was ... well, of course! Her name was Leah! Cold and sensuality! Ice and Fire! Elmaro and Lia! Lia and Elmaro! Girls, you have surpassed yourself! ..

The newly minted Leah stared, not looking up, at her reflection, trying to find a connection between herself and Leah and the glamorous beauty in the mirror. A short half-box of dandelion color, a dark cherry mouth, blackened eyelids, thick eyeshadows to the temples, snow sparkles all over her face ... Brutal vamp, the embodiment of decadence and erotica, shone in the mirror, and she was ten years older than Nastya. ..

—... But the Snow Queen is a passionate person! Andersen concealed this so as not to arouse his bourgeois. In the ice veins - fiery blood! Well ...

He pulled Nastya-Leah out from under the cover and threw it on his hand in an impulsive pa.

Nastya barely kept her feet. Suddenly angry, he rushed at him, grabbed his hips, lifted, twisted a couple of times, banging his head on the chandelier, pushed him away and sat on the splits in a passionate pose.

The girls caught Elmaro, wildly applauding Nastya.

- Wow! - he said, rubbing the top of his head. - What did I tell you? BUT? BUT?

Then Nastya was stripped naked and sketched tights right on her, splashing spray paint on her. There were so many emotions mixed up in her that she herself didn’t understand whether she was ashamed or shameless, scary or fun. Then she was pushed into the shower, she washed off the paint and went out, naked, back, because her clothes were there, and Elmaro caught her, flipped over her naked clothes and showed on her what form of breast expressed real passion. Nastya pulled off a can of pink paint and began to water his hair.

- Ahhh! Here it is, revenge! Ahhh! - Elmaro squealed under the rzhach of the entire salon. Nastya still painted his hair, and then dressed victoriously. Pink, like a pokemon, Elmaro kissed the girls and brought her to the street.

“Our cat showed claws,” he said, inviting her into the car. - badly angry?

- Well, what are you. When I'm angry - I finally can be a beast!

- Correctly answer. Now we will see what kind of beast you are, because I will make you very angry ...

- What is it like? - asked Nastya, getting cold.

- A cool I thought you a name, huh? Liiiiiya ... You say - and I want to liiipnut to you ...

- Have you already started to annoy me?

- Not. This is just a warm-up. And at home we will have another warm-up.

- What?

- We will rehearse our sex, Leah.

- Repeat ...? - asked Nastya. In her stomach sank.

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