- Something is happening with the TV today. Maybe you will come and see? And then I have no brains. Zhorik ponazhimal yesterday on all the buttons, now no sound, no pictures, - Aunt Nina smiles naively, spreading his hands, as if to say: "I am a woman, I’m a fool, and all women are fools, and men are made to fix TVs."

I nod:

- Yes of course. You can see. Only if the TV broke, I can not help. Masters need to call.

“Well, come in, come in, look,” Aunt Nina asks, accompanying the request with a pleading look.

She lives in the apartment opposite. A neighbor about the same age as my mother rang the doorbell on the "maybe." I just came from the university, I didn’t even have lunch.

I take the keys, lock the apartment, go through the open doors of two waiting rooms. Aunt Nina meets me on the threshold of the apartment.

This is a short-haired warrior tucked into broccoli, painted in boiled beets, with a swam figure, an eternally mischievous character, and open kindness on a woman’s face. In communication, she completely clogs the air with endless chatter. Like now.

- Only yesterday I showed, and then Zhorik, this fool, pressed all the buttons. That's who asked for it. And you just came to study, right?

- Yes, - from me more and is not required, just to argue.

“I didn’t have time to eat,” Aunt Nina, waving a towel with a tumbler, with whom she never seems to part.

I find the signal source with one button. The picture with the sound of fun flashes on the screen.

- That's good! - Aunt Nina is happy as a child. “That's what it means to have a head on our shoulders,” looks at me with admiration, as if I am the master of repair work.

Aunt Nina praises me as I move to the exit, rubbing the merits of modern education before yesterday's illiteracy. Hints at himself, lame.

- Maybe you eat soup? I just cooked borscht.

- You can - I agree at once. At home, roll the ball until something is bungled. Although I have not eaten at my neighbor.

Usually I am a shy, silent young man, and here I agreed to soup with half a pint.

Well, let's go to the kitchen. Aunt Nina pours me a huge plate of rich borsch with a piece of beef in the middle, offers mayonnaise, sour cream, and fresh rye bread.

I am in no hurry to turn the plate over in the stomach, propriety does not allow a dog hunger to be at a party. Aunt Nina sits next to drink tea, clogs the air with a bunch of useless information. A conversation, or rather a monologue, quietly rolls over to Alina - my same age, the “youngest”.

“Oh, trouble, trouble,” Aunt Nina sighs heavily.

- And what happened? - frown out of politeness, as much as my ears move.

- The guy threw her. And she lost her mind.

- How did you get off? - I look incredulously at the table.

- I didn't eat at all, I had to be put in the hospital. Now lies in bed all day, does not want to get up. Well, that at least slowly began to eat. I've been sitting with her all day, taking a vacation. I'm afraid that did not happen.

Here I can not help. Experience amorous relationships I have zero point zero. I didn't even kiss once. Learning is our everything. Eighteen years old, life is just beginning. What can not be said about Alina. She has been in the company of one or two guys for the last three years. On the bench, on the balcony, at the bus stop, in the store. Those hug her publicly kiss. A year ago, Aunt Nina invited me to Alina's birthday. Alina sat with a guy in an embrace, guests - bydlovaty classmates - took places around the table. Aunt Nina ensure that children do not get drunk. They drank a hundred grams and went dancing. And then I was preparing for admission, my head was nothing else but the exams was not busy. Alina went to the center of the room. She was in a spacious knee-length skirt, with pleats, a white blouse, stockings or tights, and little boat shoes on her legs. Her young man remained sitting, and out of decency I took a place in the corner of the dance floor. I liked twitching to music.Only I did not expect Alina to begin to dance lecherously. We moved into the corridor, and Alina's boyfriend did not see what she was doing, glancing at me. I also tried not to look. Alina started to squat down deeply, pushing her hips as if she was putting herself on a dick. She remembered me like this in the eleventh grade - a slutty whore.

And now the boy has thrown her, she is not eating anything, the hospital, the priest, the psychologist, the mother — all the efforts have been devoted to the restoration of lost pride. I delve into the details of ardent youthful love, which in my virginal life does not even vaguely loom.

“The psychologist said she needed to hug more often.”

We sit on the kitchenette, where the table almost rests on the refrigerator, you can reach the stove by hand, the yellow wooden cabinets stretch out in two rows from the top and bottom along the far wall.

- Here, I thought you knew Alina.

- No, we are somehow not very familiar, - now it is my turn to foolishly smile.

“Sorry, of course,” Aunt Nina looks away shyly. “I would ask someone else, but you’re really the best fit.” Alina was always embarrassed of you, she was even afraid to enter the elevator, she waited while you walk past.

- Why? - the paint instantly flows to the face. Obviously, the information has a reliable source.

- Well, because she saw that you study all the time, you do not smoke, you do not drink, and she was fooling around all this time.

- Well, this is not a reason not to enter the elevator with me, - I would like to be offended, but first, of course, sort it out.

“Here she says that she was afraid that you would look at her wrongly.” Condemning, understand? - Aunt Nina probably did not invent, conveying the words of Alina.

The truth is more painful flattery: I really always judgingly looked at Alina. Depraved beautiful girl changes guys like gloves, stupid to the same, judging by the smiles. Nothing in it, except for stupid narcissism. Always walked down the street half-naked, she would put on a transparent dress, panty hoses there with arrows, high-heeled shoes, all naked back, ass and boobs pulled down so that you can feel everything. Dark hair, streaked, loose up the ass, muzzle always drunk with a damn smile. She deserved to be thrown.

I carefully hide shame, I reject, I give myself absolutely neutral to other people's passions. But the sediment remained: I got two accounts, it means that people see what is in my heart, it means that all my thoughts are clearly visible.

- Maybe embrace her? She blames herself, says that you hate her more than anyone, - Aunt Nina looks at me pitifully. So stray dogs begging for a piece of bread on the street.

Here is a new twist. Am I to hug Alina so that she will feel better? She, like, thinks I hate her. Yes, she told me all violet!

“I can tell her that I have no bad thoughts about her.”

“Well, at least say that,” Aunt Nina agrees. - Come on.

She first rises from the table, carries me along the corridor. We quickly get to the smallest room, the same as mine.

Alina lies, wrapped in a blanket with her head, curled up in a little ball, having turned her face to the wall.

- Alina, that Dima wants to say something to you, - Aunt Nina is changing in her voice. From the kitchen intricate no trace.

Alina does not react in any way.

- Sleeping? - I hopefully whispering.

“Pretending,” also Aunt Nina responds in a whisper. - I'll leave you. Maybe embrace her? She so wants you not to be offended.

Aunt Nina leaves, and I remain standing in confusion in front of the bed. The situation is unpleasant, they are offended at me, just for what? For the fact that I did not look somewhere. Alina, of course, is a pity, but why interfere with me?

I impatiently sit down on the edge of the bed, put my hand on my shoulder, wrapped in a blanket, nervously leading back and forth. Stroking ....