nice - to the stars in the eyes, to the sweet piercing pain in every nerve.

With pleasure, sleep entered her. Falling asleep, she thought, “I wonder when he wants to kill me, how did he kill Tamil?”

***

The long-awaited premiere day has arrived.

Nastya was on some kind of continuous platoon, not letting her go even in her sleep. What she learned about Elmaro eclipsed for her the excitement before the opening, and all, all, all the emotions that could fill the nerves, if not ... Her mind was occupied only with one thing - “what about Elmaro”, - and now, and in general.

Before the show, she was cut off again, leaving a short platinum fluff, and shaved the patterns on her temples and on the back of her head. Daringly made up, dressed in a shimmering metallic tricot, dazzling, domineeringly cold Nastya suddenly imbued with her appearance, feeling in herself the silvery chill of her anger.

- Are you afraid? - asked Elmaro, flashing his trademark smile.

“You'll see on the stage,” said Nastya.

The show, for which she had been preparing for six months, flashed faster than she was dressed and painted, - so, in any case, she thought. She did not know whether she was worried or not. The huge space of the hall did not suppress, but excited Nastya, who became Leah; “I'll show you!” Rang in her, and silver anger filled her with shock, which made her body swift and strong, like a typhoon. For the first time, it was not Elmaro, but she was one step ahead; for the first time, it was not she, but he, —Lia led him, teased, merged with him and threw him, played like a puppet, and the growing excitement did not constrain her either thought or body, only entering into excitement, which was made more acute and colder like an ice needle. After the show, she suddenly burst into tears in the artistic, even though she didn’t feel any emotions in herself, as if anesthesia had passed and the frozen nerves had melted. The hall was raging, and she ran out a million times, in tears, frenzied, with paint smeared across her face, and this hit all the media scored the next morning by the sobbing Snow Queen. The face of Elmaro flashed there five times later, mixed with dancers.

His reaction discouraged Nastya: after the show he looked at her like a ghost, and then suddenly he grabbed his arms, squeezing out all the air, and held her in her arms until Nastya squeaked.

- Thank you, - he said, and Nastya did not know what to do with it.

She suddenly became a public person: her every step was accompanied by cameras, flashes and a crowd of annoying people. The incomparable Leah was the sensation of the season. It was strange for her to see her parents — guests from another world; and it was strange for them to see a glamorous superstar, in which nothing was left of their daughter, not even a smile. They flew to the premiere at the expense of Elmaro, lived for two days at the Hilton and flew away without sharing Nastya with a legion of elite jackets and neckline. Nastya apologized as best she could, and their departure remained a splinter in her, from which she wanted to howl.

All tickets to the St. Petersburg performance were sold, the show was called in several countries, and Elmaro was bargaining, raising prices.

On the night after the performance, he fucked her, and Nastya could not refuse him. Her body wanted out of habit to enter the game, but Elmar did not give her:

- No, Nastya. This is your feast. Today you are the queen, and I am your page and slave. "Sometimes a servant, sometimes a sweet one, and forever — a slave ..." Lie down, taste, give orders, I will do everything and even more.

And he surpassed himself, even though Nastya was embarrassed to “give orders.”He rubbed it with fragrant oil, massaged some points on her body, from which bitter-sweet waves flowed into the blood, then inserted a vibrator into her anus and brought it to an orgasm in some lightning-fast and cruel way, from which Nastya first let the fountain, soaking the entire bed, and did so as much as four times - until she spread it over the helpless puddle in the arms of Elmaro, who first kissed her not for sex, but just like that. His kisses froze with aching pups on Nastya’s face and chest, and she fell asleep in confusion, torn between bliss and fear. And in the dream she was pursued by these shadows - red and black, sweet and bitter, hot and icy, and she ran away from them both ...

- The show will not happen again. I'm leaving home, she said every other day.

Elmaro resisted as best he could.

He taunted her and turned on the music, inviting her to stop this bullshit and rehearse. Nastya held out.

He was seething, raging, threatening her with penalties, courts, bills and other terrible punishments. Nastya foresaw this and endured, saving the last argument for when it is far, out of reach.

But he quickly ran out of gunpowder. From threats, he turned to pleas, to pleading, from pleading to complaints, began to beg and moan like a girl. Nastya endured with all her strength, although it was much harder to endure.

Finally, he began to promise her gifts: to divide the income in half, for she is already equal to him, to buy brunettes for her, a trip to all the wonders of the world, a super-duper car ... It was completely unbearable - not because, of course, Nastya was tempted by his offers it’s just that stupid way to keep her looking so desperate that she melted against her will.

- And who will repair it, this car? Do you really? - She could not resist, immediately biting her tongue.

Elmaro looked at her in surprise.

- What are we sighing? - Nastya carried, even though she screamed at herself - “slow down!”

- Yes, yes. I remembered something.

- What?

- Never mind.

- Tell us!

“Why, if you still don't want to be with me?”

Nastya got into a terrible pat. Fear had never won curiosity in a woman, and she began to moan as Elmaro just snarled:

- Tell us! Well, tell me! ..

She was ready to embrace him and become tender, even if he was attached to the wound, but he already said:

- There is nothing to tell ... Before Tamila left, my car began to act up. I saw it when I overtook it from one block to another because of these eternal glitches with numbering. In my opinion, something with brakes ... I even slightly soldered the bumper to the edge. I spent half an hour in boxing, trying to figure it out ... I didn't understand a damn thing, of course. I'm in a stump machine. This Tamila understood everything like a man. She taught me to drive, and she turned everything there herself ... You girls were persuaded to leave, I know ...

He fell silent.

Nastya listened, trembling with tension. Then she said:

- Sorry, I have to go somewhere ... Urgent!

***

At the parade on duty was a flock of reporters, and Nastya slipped into the back door. She ran around the whole parking lot and the whole yard, until she found the same valet.

- Good day! - She screamed at him, as if waiting for this meeting for ten years. - I really, really need to ask you something ...

- Was there a resetting of the numbers when that girl got the fuck? - he asked. - It's been a long time. The number of messes

Nastya did not remember and almost got to recruit Elmar. “Debilka!” She scolded herself.

- Although the fall ... Byl reposition, as if it were true! Then I’d have a car and I couldn’t find him ... Likely! Then he himself was once a time, this pereshstanka ...

Nastya walked back so slowly and with concentration that she completely forgot about reporters. Questions fell upon her, to which she answered fifty times yesterday and the day before.

She jerked into the front door, she again lost in thought.

So Tamila just messed up the car. After all, they had two identical ... But how could she be confused? How could she not look at the car number?

Nastya suddenly froze in the hallway. A strange and terrible thought occurred to her ...

Elmaro was sitting in the kitchen. In his hands he had a bottle of martini and all the same tablet.

Nastya has a sore throat. She approached him and he removed the photo, but she still managed to see that there was not Tamila, but the sobbing Snow Queen.

“Look,” he said.- I just sent the text. Posters remake.

Nastya read: “The incomparable Lia and Elmaro ...”

She did not know if she was crying or laughing, and therefore she simply coughed.

“Anton,” she said ...

Elmaro raised his eyebrows.

- How do you know? - he asked. - Girls sold?

“No,” Nastya lied. - Just found out ...

They looked into each other's eyes. The tension became unbearable, and Nastya began:

- Anton ... I thought about leaving, yes. Shou Must show he, hehe ... And I wanted to tell you one thing ... Tell me, you never thought that ... that Tamila ...

She could not continue. This picture stood in front of her, as if in reality - Tamila, who had damaged the brakes of Elmaro to break, could not find her box, ran across his car instead of her ... and suddenly this thought occurred to her. “The very fate brought me here. So, I myself have to experience what I doomed him to ... ”

Elmaro looked at her with his sad, devilishly intelligent eyes.

- You wanted to say that she herself is to blame for what happened? - he asked. - I know it. The day before we had a terrible argument ... You are clever, you guessed it. Still, I love her. But ... I love you even more. I want us to be together. God sent you to me instead.

Nastya was expecting anything but that.

“Let's drink to the rest of Tamila’s sinful soul,” he said. - And ...

And then there was sex.

It was not their usual training sex. This was what Nastya so much dreamed about: Elmaro kissed her, as the last time, and she too ...

“Just do not try to do this on the show,” Elmaro whispered, wet from her saliva.