girl at nine in the morning. The phone does not answer - it means in the subway. Or discharged. Or buggy connection ...

But he was exactly in his place - Günter Ludwig Hochstein, who passed five hot spots. Revealed not one sensation. Raising not one dirty secret ...

Making sure that the “Hand of Providence” had disappeared from the chandelier, he rushed to Lily's closet. He cursed when he saw that the shelf with linen was almost empty, and after a minute shouted at the phone:

- Taxi? To the airport!

And he moaned while he was driving - “What an idiot I am! God help me!"

Already on the road, he went online to check three things. He grunted, making sure Lily had withdrawn all the money from the account. He grunted again, looking at her friends on Facebook.

The third thing was the schedule. Finding the same flight, Gunther shouted to the driver:

- Push on full! Five hundred euros! - and the driver, cursing, increased speed.

There were about twenty minutes left, no more. Having flown into the terminal, he ran to the desired gate.

He was lucky: almost immediately he saw her.

- Lily! Wait!

She rushed about - and after a minute she moaned plaintively like a first-grader - “let me go!” - and he held her shoulder:

- Where to let? Samira Getoeva kill? BUT?

- Why kill? - muttered Laili, squinting eyes. - I have my own business ...

They were looked at, but Gunther thundered like a prophet:

“Such important business matters that they ran away without saying a word to me?” After yesterday's ?!

- Why should I report to you? I'm an adult, I'm eighteen! Your child has already grown, Herr Schnobel! Are you worried, like a mother milf, that nobody pampers will change for me?

("Lord, give me a mind!" - Gunter prayed.)

- Nonsense. I do not want to let you go for purely selfish reasons.

- Oh, yes, of course! You are baking about your precious nerves, and so that a heart attack is not enough when you worry about me ...

“With your finger in the sky,” said Gunter, and Laili fell silent. “It's just ... I just can't live with the thought that this was our last time.”

Lily's eyebrows crept up.

“I want more,” said Gunter, looking into her eyes. - I want you, Lily. I want to fuck you. Today. Now.

Someone giggled.

On a dazed little face, Lily was wandered by an expression that no writer would undertake to describe.

- A can not be quieter? She hissed, trying to be rude. But she still got shy. - By the way, I am not a whore ...

- ... Lustful animal! - she groaned plaintively at home when Gunther tore off her rags right in the hallway. “Concerned nosy monster!”

“I can't live without them,” muttered Gunther, licking her nipples.

And suddenly I realized that this was not only a manipulation, promptly prompted to him by God, who did not pump up at a difficult moment, but also true truth.

***

“I couldn't have turned myself into an iguana,” he told her later. - I would not bother you.

- But ... do we know how it always was? What are our men, you know? ..

About compatriots Lily Günther knew more than many Germans, although less than he would have liked.

His modest knowledge, however, was enough to understand: she could have seemed German, she spoke German without an accent, but ... No passion and no hormones would get the thought of revenge out of her mind.

One of her tormentors died, another one was found on Facebook by Lily. It was clear that their meeting was a matter of time.

Therefore, he began to act in two ways. On the one hand, Günther drowned her in inescapable sex and drowned in it himself. He licked Lily three times a day, exhausting her and himself. All this collapsed on Lily suddenly, and she was taken aback. For a week, she turned into a stunned female, which has only body, lust and sleep.

“I have suffered for too long, and now I want to put all my dirty fantasies into practice,” Gunter told her and believed in it himself.

On the other hand, he did not sit with folded arms. When all that could be done in Hannover was done, he told Laili that he was going to Paris for a week. He often left this way, and it was precisely to Paris — there was nothing special about this, and Laili only asked him to return as soon as possible.

“Now I will not live without sex, like without water,” she said.

In Paris, Günther took a plane to Moscow ...

Three days later, a hunched girl in a headscarf, looking around, approached a one-story ruin outside the Moscow Ring Road.

“Hi,” said a familiar voice. The girl screamed — Gunther was in front of her. - What a pleasant meeting!

- That's what you are in Paris! - Lilly whispered.

- That's what you are in Hannover! ..

- Yes, you are quieter! If you do not know where we are ...

- I know. Samira is not here.

Lily shuddered:

- How is it not?

- So. My hacker friend helped me hack his facebook. This cute house is our date with you, nothing more.

- What?! - Lily choked with indignation. - So it was you who divorced me ?! Come up with this address to ...

- Finally it dawned on you, leprechaun. Let's agree now ...

- I don’t want to negotiate anything with you!

- ... We agree on two things. First: if you want to work together - let's do it together. Just do not go alone, please.

Lily was silent. Then she asked:

- How together?

- So. I didn’t just bred you. While you were blowing bubbles of happiness in your sleep, I almost found this Samir. I want the same thing as you, Lily. We are allies.

She looked at him with wide eyes.

“You want to kill him too?”

- I want to punish him. Only not with their own hands, but according to the law.

Lailie grimaced, and he added:

- So it will be much worse. His. Well? Together?

“Together,” she nodded, thinking. - And what is the second thing?

- And the second thing is this: if I do not fuck you today - I will die of lust, and you will still have to catch him ...

The trial of Samir Getoev took place six months later.

The accused denied everything. He looked into Lily's eyes and claimed that he was seeing her for the first time.

And then Lily suddenly started to sing:

Empty spaces, what are we living for

Abandoned places, I guess we know the score

Looking for what we are looking for

Another hero, another mindless crime

Behind the curtain, in the pantomime

Hold the line

Showmustgoon!

The reaction of the accused surprised even battered eagles of jurisprudence: he shook, turned blue, shouted - “sovitsta! * ”- and collapsed on the table, losing consciousness.

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* “Enough!” In Chechen. (Note auth.)