in my eyes. “Bring me the records to my house.” At six o'clock. I'll score.

I was silent, unable to find words at all. He bowed down, wrote the address and telephone number on the sheet, and laid it on top of the foot of the record book. Then he looked into my eyes again.

“I can't hear ...” he demanded an answer.

- Yes ... - the voice broke on the quiet rattle. I licked my dry lips and recovered: - Yes, of course, I will bring.

He just nodded. And I went to the exit. I went after him and wandered into the audience, pressing the records to my chest. He looked after me as he closed the pulpit — I felt that.

What was it? And was it? Maybe just dreams, dreams about this seemingly inaccessible man? ... I touched my lips and burning cheeks. No, not like dreams. I was kissed by a professor, a dream of half of the students of this university! Did I want this? Of course, yes, otherwise I would not have pressed and moaned under his lips. But what about Misha, who is almost already tempted by me? ... But what the hell is Misha, if I fly away from one professor's kiss!

But he is so strange ... Something funny, some thoughtful. With me, often even cold and sharp. And domineering to the point that inspires fear. And I still have to go to his house today! Why is it so scary ?! I just do not know what to expect from this unpredictable man ... In any case, it is necessary to go, otherwise the whole group will not receive credit. And come what may be. Similarly, nothing that I myself would not want ...

The rest of the couples passed like in a dream.

- You damn where, Nast ?! - Svetik frowned, obviously something I asked again.

- What?

- Where are you flying, I say? As it came from Borisych, you fly somewhere ... What happened?

- Oh, yes! - I frantically thought how to remove suspicion girlfriend. For some reason, I did not want to tell what happened between us at the department. I myself didn’t fully believe in it and certainly didn’t figure out what it was! - He is with me some kind of rough, sharp. He’s so funny with everyone, he jokes, he laughs, and he looks like a frost on my skin ... - in general, I did not lie.

“Ah, so in love, probably,” the girlfriend laughed. - Never mind, why are you?

I shrugged.

- Yes, I do not know, something is insulting so ... What is in love ?!

- So what? - Svetik did not let up. - I heard that Borisych was seen accompanied by some young girl, sort of like a student from another university, where he still teaches ... Everything can be ...

- So what? Who is she? - it was really interesting to me.

- Well, they say, they have a relationship, everything is all right ... - a friend was gossiping merrily. - So what? Borisych we have a prominent man, fifty dollars and will not give for anything! Why would he not cuddle students, the more he divorced, the daughter is already an adult, our age.

Well, yes, I knew that. Everyone knew who, even for a moment, became interested in this prominent man. And I suddenly felt a stab of jealousy. He kissed me! And with other young girls he is sickening ... And, maybe, he generally has a constant!

I clenched my teeth.

“Okay, I have to pack up,” I glanced at my watch, pouring tea into cups. We just ate, coming from the university, and the time was inexorably approaching the hour of the meeting. - Borisychu need to take our records to ...

- Oh, friend, are you going to him? In his new home? - smiled Svetik.

- I do not know, I also did not look at the address. He wrote it to me ...

I took the bag, rummaged, took out a piece of paper. Light looked.

- Well, yes, on Green his new home. He built it himself for several years, and left his apartment with his wife and daughter ...

- Damn, how do you know where ?! - I surprised Svetikina awareness. Although I knew Svetka's weakness for all sorts of gossip. It could be accessed as a database. She knew everything about everyone.It was all about me always on the drum, who, what and with whom, and she absorbed information like a sponge. Just not the one that concerned the study.

“I know,” Svetik smiled efficiently and shrugged. - A cool two-story house on the outskirts of the city. Give me a bowl of candy ...

I don’t like to be late, so I was already a quarter to six by the house of Sergey Borisovich. She didn’t paint much or change her clothes. I did not want to take this trip as something special. “I’ll just take the transcripts and come back,” I told myself. - He does not remember that he allowed himself a weakness to kiss such an ordinary girl like me! ” And here I am, in jeans, a thin sweater, windbreaker and shoes, I press on the bell of a fenced brick house.

“Come in,” the intercom finally says, and I enter the house.