First woman

The first woman is the first sex. Not the first love ... And not the last ...

“We have no sex in the Soviet Union”

(L.N. Ivanova, a Moscow hotel employee

"Leningrad" and the head of the "Committee of Soviet Women)

Chapter one. Friday

- Jora, come down to the boss

Valera lowered the phone.

Running down the stairs to the first floor, George knocked on the door with a sign “Early. 10 dep. Kuzmin A.P. “and pushed her.

- Sit down, George Vladimirovich.

The chief was twenty years older than George, but, to his subordinates, he always addressed by name and patronymic.

- Have you finished the report?

- Two pages left to print, Alexey Petrovich.

- Finish today?

- Of course!

- Finish and give Sasha, she will review and correct, if there are comments. You, on Sunday, go senior in Novomikhailovka for agricultural work. Novomikhaylovka, this is our subsidiary farm. Have you never been there?

- Not

George became sad, did not want to go. But immediately I startled

- And for a long time?

- For three weeks. You are the eldest and you will be there until the end.

- And from the department someone goes?

“Next Sunday, Petya will come for the week.” He is there to replace someone from the second laboratory.

George sighed, rising from his chair, and stepped toward the door.

- Yes, I almost forgot. Right now go to Smakov.

- Having given the pass to the watchman, and saying that he was going to Shmakov, George went outside and, passing by the sliding gates of the entrance gate, entered the personnel department.

The office of the deputy general director for personnel and regime was on the second floor.

- Knocking, George listened.

- Yes!

German Stepanovich was talking on the phone. Nodding, he pointed to the chairs around the table in the middle of the room.

Pushing back the chair, George sat down.

- I'll call you back

- So! Who are you? Gavrilenko?

George nodded and wanted to get up.

- Sit down!

Shmakov got up and, coming out from behind his desk, sat down beside him.

- In the group, along with you, eight people. Four more drivers from the garage will work there on their trucks. They will arrive on Monday, September 5th. They have their own senior. There are two older than you in the group. But one, works at the institute only a month, and the second, a mechanic Vova, an unreliable comrade.

- You do not smoke?

- Not.

- Drinking?

George shrugged

- Actually, I do sports.

- Litrobol ?!

George smiled

- Skis, yoga.

- Good! So I chose the right one. Now you go to the personnel department, take travel documents for the whole group, and then at the checkout you will receive an advance. The rest have already received. Here is the salary, but without bonus. And in the farm will pay salary for the work done. There are only two from the hostel: you and the Cormorants.

Shmakov looked at the ceiling

- Yes, Cormorants. The rest of the city. Therefore, on Sunday they will come to the hostel and all together will go to the station. Train at 20:27. At the station you should expect. There to village 35 keme. You will spend the night in the hostel and in the morning on the board, to the director of the state farm.

Shmakov got up and stretched out his hand

- You're the eldest. Responsible for everyone. Goodbye.

Taking the documents and receiving an advance, 50 rubles, George returned to the department, and after printing the report, he put Sasha on the table.

...

Until the end of the working day there was one and a half hours left, and he went into the room of the eighth sector, where Petya Golovushkin worked.

Valery and Ruslan were sitting near the table, moving the chairs, and the three of them were looking through some little book.

- Oh, Jora! - Valera smiled - We need you.

- Petya, do you know that in a week you will come to my collective farm? - Georgy asked, sitting down to the guys.

- Yeah - Petya shook his head - Valera, let's check it out.

- Yes, I'm already looking. Here! Classical.

- What kind of book? - George reached for the cover.

- There is a description of the ideals of male beauty: classical, Apollonian and by Leonardo da Vinci. We have already checked: none of us fit into the ideal. Let's check you out.

- Go ahead! - agreed George.

According to the classical parameters, George was the perfect figure.

The guys, having smiled, began to clap him on the shoulders and back.

In the ideal of beauty, according to Leonardo da Vinci, he also fit. And they clapped him, but not so much fun.

When the result coincided with the Apollonian ideal, the friends got bored.

Valera slammed the little book and smiled wryly, summed up

- You are our Apollo!

...

At the entrance was full of people.

As always, on Friday.

Someone slightly poked George in the side.

Artyom stood behind him and smiled, fanning himself with a newspaper.

The September sun was hot in the summer and Artyom, who was slightly overweight, was hot.

- Right now would be a beer cold, with a fish! Let's go to the "Hotel", let's drink a cup!

- And I'm with you!

Iskander, in a white shirt, with a tie, squinting at the sun, looked at his friends with a smile.

At the tram stop crowded people. A tram within sight and hearing was not observed, and friends, exchanging glances, went on foot to the “Garden”.

- Iskander, take a table, and we will stand in line with Zhora.

Blowing the foam, Artyom took a few large sips and, closing his eyes with pleasure, stroked his stomach.

Crushing a dried redfish, grimaced and otrygnul in the nose.

The beer was fresh: the barrel had just been uncorked.

Repeating another mug, we went to the store, and after buying two bottles of port wine, we went to the tram stop.

In the lobby of the hostel, checking the mail and taking the keys from Aunt Nadi, went up to the second floor.

Artyom and Iskander lived at the end of the corridor, in a room opposite the toilet.

Room George was in the center.

Having agreed after a shower to have dinner together, we parted.

George opened the door, stepped into the room, took off his shoes.

Four beds. Table by the window and four chairs. Bedside tables and two wardrobes on the sides of the door.

I changed into tights and a t-shirt, and shod in slippers and went to the toilet.

Having lowered tights, and ottyanuv melting, with his right fingers held his penis, directing the stream into the toilet. But the urine was sprinkling and cursing - Fucking! - kept urine and moving the foreskin, poured out for a long time and with pleasure, feeling, like, the excitable member.

...

At nine o'clock in the evening, having fried potatoes in the kitchen, we sat in the room near Artyom.

The door opened and Petya Golovushkin entered.

He also lived in a room with Artyom.

“Petya, sit with us,” Iskander invited.

- Guys, the girl is waiting for me - and took a guitar from the bed and went out.

Spilling wine in glasses, Artem took his

- Iskander, your toast - and raised a glass

- That dick was and the money was!

There was a knock at the door.

- Not occupied! - answered Artyom and laughed.

Iskander smiled with George.

Lena entered, out of 314 rooms.

- Hello. Artem, you do not have a smoke?

Iskander jumped up, and stepping away from the table, tilted his head slightly, and with a gesture of his right hand from his chest to the table, he invited me - Join us!

- What a gallant gentleman!

Lenka grinned and walked over to the table.

Taking a cigarette from a pack of Marlboro, she looked around the table looking for matches.

Iskander jumped up again, and going to the closet, and opening the door, he took out a match from his jacket pocket.

- Guys! Guys!

Artyom got up

- George does not smoke. Let's smoke in the hallway.

They went out.

...

At the eleventh o'clock, having finished, in company with Lenka, wine and became slightly drunk, they spoke at once and laughed at the confusion.

Smoked, without leaving the room, opening the casement window.

Iskander's jacket is on Lenka's shoulders.

- Guys!

Lenka, lifting her head, released smoke

- I have a bottle of Varna in my room. Who is with me?

Iskander jumped up, ahead of Artyom and, with his head bowed, pressed his left hand to ...