“A naive Chukchi young man, he was going to sleep,” I thought with a laugh, when I saw Zhanetta flying here and the Cossack guard who was mincing after her. His modest appearance no longer deceived the young snooty majors from the next street - having decided to indulge with might and main and famously trying, no, not to pester at all, but simply to joke with Jeanette, they then bitterly repented. A cobbler in the hands of a Cossack is a terrible melee weapon, and when the three were already lying on the ground, howling in pain, the fourth, the fastest because of the wealth of his father, tried to get the "Bulldog", then ... the revolver flew off to the side , and in the forehead of the young idiot stared the barrel of "Nagant".

Looking at the black emptiness of the trunk and hearing a loud click of the cocked cock, he wonderfully wet his bright pants, realizing that right now his father’s wealth would not protect him at all! And three female witnesses told a police officer who came right away told that these “villains” surrounded this young lady in a chic dress, with ruffles and lace, the collar of her dress in general, and what rhinestones she has are beautiful ... The police officer had to interrupt the waterfall a story about Victoria's chic clothes and talk about young people. Since Victoria has forgiven them, they flew off at a run — in Switzerland, a completely incorruptible police force, well-worn and highly paid. Since then, they ceremoniously bow to our wives in restaurants or in shops, kissing their hands with delight - the latest Parisian fashion of communication with ladies. Yes, and in gratitude to the rescue, as they said - "from police brutality and violence."

Coming out of a towel from the shower, Zhora was immediately carried away by his beautiful wife to my office - she clearly missed her lost husband. And to be sure - very soon the voluptuous moans of my friend Victoria, began to be heard from my office. As one of my amazing friends originally joked: “Houston! There is full contact! ”By the way, how is my darling? Today I slept separately, after working half the night with the papers on the arms business. Soon I went into the bedroom and admired the sleeping beauty of my beloved Victoria. At the same time I put a gorgeous rose from an expensive flower shop next to it, so she walked at the price of a whole English lawn. Still, the inscription on the facade - "Straight from Paris." The beauty of my beloved Victoria only set off the beauty of the rose. Or vice versa - Victoria is just superb!

Everything about her was unusual, mysterious, even after a complete clue, and it was absolutely perfect for real. Neither the beauty of huge aquariums in my bedroom and in my office, nor the raucous crackling of a fireplace made of Sicilian marble, nor admiring the game of fire, nor the absolutely wonderful taste of expensive wines from the Cote d'Azur of France - didn’t give me so much joy as the opportunity to look at it for hours , dear, is such a desired and such perfect body. How lucky I am that the baroness introduced us!

Lovingly groomed and unusually trimmed lawn of her tempting triangle, incredibly sweet mother-of-pearl-pink moisture of tender lips, insane haze of slanted, instantly swelling nipples from any touch of my nipples, with a small mysterious cavity from which the tongue did not want to go back into my mouth . When Victoria lay down on her stomach, the lines of her back were so perfect, and the dimples on the berries, which some foolish person called her buttocks, are so seductive that, thinking about the ass as a whole, sometimes I lost my mind completely.

The sex games that we invented for each other had nothing to do with German pornography, but, nevertheless, were bold, tender, unusual and somehow pure or something. The fact is that in spite of all its looseness, my sweet Vika-Victoria was still from another century and almost not at all spoiled. But with the female scent in the house of the Baroness both friends saw and recognized two cool, reliable men in us and immediately decided to be with us. And now they were just happy to spend with us in bed wonderful experiments, giving joy to all of us. Therefore, they, our beloved, easily let us go to these portals, realizing that without these dashing adventures of ours, we will wither.

... A week later, the four of us were already in Germany. May this year was a great success: from the very beginning, warm weather set in perfectly, the land quickly dried up, and the grass turned green at once and the rare young leaves appeared on the trees. In the evening, it was not yet, and in the morning, people went to work and at once noticed the greenery of shrubs and lawns so pleasing after gloomy April. And in the afternoon, the air smelled so sweet and intoxicating the smell of the coming summer, that many smiled for no apparent reason. Soon, instructed by a skilled opera, they sat in the reception office of the Rhine-Metal company. In his huge office, we introduced ourselves as inventors, saying that for five years we have been working on the production of a new, it looks like an already perfect submachine gun chambered for 9/19 Pair. To the surprised question "Where is he?" The cleverly inserted shop clicked and Erma was ready for battle! Soon, two designers called the company — older men with such a mustache, “A la Emperor Wilhelm.” Quickly entered the office. In the dash, Zhora gave this trick to the firm again, deftly getting Ermu and, re-inserting the store, smashed all the targets in short bursts. Representatives of the designers of the company just sighed - this is a completely new word in automatic weapons! Das ist fantastic!

But in the office, Victoria scratched her right eyebrow and left ear, when she heard the whispers of this trinity with a thin female ear, everything is clear! We refused the offer to leave our MP and immediately two such hefty guards entered the office. But after seeing two barrels of pistols of 9 mm caliber, they were immediately blown away. Then, having received handles on hilly backs of their heads, peacefully lay down on the floor in complete hibernation. Here Jeanette clearly shouted "Hyundai Hoch" and our beauties got the gold-plated "Walters" from their purses, a gift from the satisfied owner of the company - the money flowed to him just like a river. Victoria, with such a melodious voice that in combination with our weapons, had a great effect, explained the situation. Here are photos - our husbands fought in South Africa, purchased the site and got a bunch of diamonds, because they are very, very right now

rich, so that in the protection of our home Cossacks. The word "Cossack" from 1812 was in Berlin very common noun. Her husband's gun has a magazine for 20 rounds, plus a spare clip and it shoots like God. Store this machine - 30 rounds, plus our pistols. Do you want to get a giant slaughter? You get it pretty easy! And at the exclamation of the owner of the company that we would be judged - we unannounced together and laughed so long. Nervous stress! Brazenly getting from the host’s bar a decent “Martel”, we famously drank a glass, filling and the owner of the office. Now his pallor was gone and was almost sane and listened attentively to Jeannette.

Zhanetta betrayed in her honeyed voice that the head of the company himself was unlikely to be satisfied with the decision of the court - he himself would roll under the table with a split skull. Oh, how he turned pale again and fell heavily into the chair! I put in front of the designers "Stechkin" and offered to inspect it. Having disassembled the gun, they only sighed from such simplicity of technology. Having informed that we are waiting for their decision in a week and, having left our business cards, we left without hindrance.The pale master, having accurately realized the situation, held on to his heart! And the waking guards, with moans, held their heads and with fright looked at Stechkin in the hands of Zory. Hope we made a splash!

And on the street I laughed a little nervously and showed it with my hand. Here, read the contents of the bronze address plate on the facade of the building, Zhora smiled faintly.

Street Blejerveg, building eighteen. And try to prove to your wives and partner that the Germans are a cultural people! That address is rambling, then on the monument to the commander who fought with himself ...