Katerina was lying on the sofa, with her eyes closed and the gadget turned off under the rest, and did not think about anything. She was supposed to be in three different places now, but she was there, where no one expected - at home. She announced the need to go with her mom to an unofficial corporate party to a group of pimply boyfriends, her mother wanted to go with her sister to a dance lesson, and her sister wanted to go to a party in a group of pimply boyfriends. In the resulting vacuum of events, Katerina felt very calm. “Mistress thinks I'm in a harem. In the harem they think that I am with my mistress, and I, like a real sultan, can calmly fish, ”she told the anecdote once told her as a mantra. Finally, she could be a bit of herself and think, in fact, what she is - Katerina? Does she really like to twirl her hips in front of the whole course? Itself to dismiss rumors about sex with the first comer? To create an image of a disinterested whore, ready to fuck all night with four guys? Katya felt an excitement from the memories, but she did not respond emotionally. “Perhaps this is not mine,” thought the girl with regret. From the time of her eighteenth birthday, she, not without the help of her mother, was in bed at least twenty men, among whom were both very young and serious men, who even in bed could not be completely pulled out of their business suits. The relationship was also full of: one-night sex, drunk sex at a party [during which Katya only pretended to be drunk — her alcohol infuriated], long courtship behind her wife’s back and even long-term regular blind sex [but this is another story]. This was done not for profit, or even for pleasure. The cause was severe heredity, some artificial hormones that could be suppressed only by seriously harming the body. Neither Katya nor her mother wanted this. To protect her daughter from serious consequences, her mother added her to a medical school, and then to the institute, and regularly reminded her of the need for male caress, and, at times, provided candidates.

There was a scuffling at the front door, the keys in the keyhole rattled loudly and, through the creaking of the door, the end of the conversation reached the girl.

- ... late at the party. No, she can stand up for herself and often does not come back until morning. Then I will wait for you in half an hour.

Natasha, the younger sister Kati, spoke. Being three years younger, she celebrated her eighteenth birthday not so long ago, just two months ago, and, unlike Katya, did not taste the pleasures of sex life on the same day. Katerina did not know the reason for this - Natasha’s health problems threatened to be even more serious and acute than her sister’s. But the mother only smiled awkwardly at the questions of her eldest daughter, which did not bother with her usually riotous and punchy character.

By the rustling of clothes, Katya tried to imagine how her sister was undressing and determined her appearance in the doorway of their common room second per second. A happy expression on her face with a slight, uncertain smile was quickly replaced by an expression of dismay when she saw Katya, and then an expression of fright.

- Katya! What are you doing here? You should be at that stupid party.

- Yes-ah, and you're at the dance, burn those extra pounds, - Katya seriously went on the attack. Chubby Natasha was constantly trying to lose weight - And who among us is skipping the more important event in her life? Are you going to bring someone into the house? Girlfriend?

- Yes, Katya. Please let us be alone. Go to your party. Just something for a couple of hours, please.

- Nah, I'm growing up right now, thinking about life. And who will look after you so that you behave decently with your girlfriend, - Natasha flashed a reddening. Kate beat for sure in the most sore points and did not know why. Gradually, imperceptibly, black malice was overwhelming, starting from the moment she realized that her sister was going to bring the guy to the house.

- Please, Kate, go away. Do you want me to give you money for a movie? You did want to go to the Hobbit? Well, go, I'll even give you a few ladies at the cafe, I have a little truth ... - there were tears in Natasha's eyes. Katya always considered herself better than her sister and now she especially felt her superiority. Beautiful, intelligent and restrained Katya was better both in her studies and in sports, and enjoyed great success with the boys. It was fixed by the prejudiced attitude of the mother to Natasha. And now Kate has decided not to yield anything to her sister, simply out of principle.

“Now I know for sure that you're lying to me.” You would never offer me money. So you're going to bring the boy home quietly. You know that this is against the rules.

- Mom is aware ... - the first tear has already flowed down the younger cheek.

“Here we are, finally, and find out who our tremendous Natasha's ukhorek is,” Katya said wistfully.

- Katenka, please ... no need ... - the tears have already made their way onto Natasha's face. She breathed deeply and often, but still held back from frank sobs. For a second, Kate felt ashamed. But only for a second.

- What is not needed? Not a monster I, some kind, who will erase everything that you love?

Natasha's lips quivered, and genuine horror was reflected on her face. Turning around, she ran out of the room. “Call,” Katya guessed. Natasha did not have time to slam the kitchen door behind her, as her sister slammed into her from behind with a daring cry and eagerly stretched out her arms, trying to grab her mobile. As a result of the short matchmaker, the phone was repulsed. Kate with a trophy ran into the bedroom and slammed the door, holding the handle so that her sister could not open the door. Immediately the door was shaken by a blow - Natasha rushed at the door with her whole body, trying to knock it out. Outside the door came a mournful sob of pain and despair. “Is it really so serious?”, - flashed through Katya’s head. Without waiting for the next strike, Katya opened the door and jumped aside. Natasha, who did not expect such a turn, fell through the doorway and fell on a soft carpet in the room. Katya again jumped out of the room and closed it now outside. She was pleased with herself, holding the phone in Natasha’s hands and reveling in her superiority until she heard that her sister’s sobs were getting louder and louder. And then Natasha broke out in a roar of despair. Katya has not heard yet that her sister was crying so desperately, so painfully. Within five minutes of sobbing, Katerina walked from the state of “that’s what she needed” to outright repentance and was already waiting for her sister to calm down to enter and apologize, when suddenly the doorbell rang. The residual sobs immediately subsided. Katya understood that if she does not want to ruin her relationship with her sister, she must save the situation.

Stretching a smile on duty on her face, Katerina looked through the peephole. Outside the door was a short guy. Curls of uncertain chestnut brown color curled around the head. The face was inhabited by freckles. There was a loose T-shirt on his body, baggy pants on his feet, and a print of zadroth on his heart. Katerina suddenly thought that her sister deserved more. But, pushing her opinion to the background, Katya opened the door.

- Hello! And Natasha is busy a little, but she will soon join us. And while you go into the kitchen, - and now she, without ceasing, was escorting the frightened boy to the kitchen past the doors of the hushed sister.

In the kitchen, Katerina unfolded a wide front of noisy activities, making noises with water, cups, teapots and packages, telling stories from student life and asking the guest what he preferred for tea. This went on until Katya heard the water off in the bathroom and the door slammed - a sign that Natasha had put herself in order and would soon come out to them.Then Katya poured tea in three mugs, put the cookies in pieces and sat at the table. The stock of funny stories was exhausted, oh how about the sexual adventures was to say no more to the place and it only remained to transfer the initiative.

- And how are you doing? ... Oh, I don’t even know what your name is.

- My name is Cyril ... - replied the embarrassed guy ....