In a past life, Vova was a spender. He was aware of this, but he liked the image of a “golden boy” who could allow himself almost everything. When parents started a conversation for money, Vova strongly denied and argued that he spends no more than a typical teenager. Talk of Vovin spending usually ended in a scandal, but for all that, his father did not stop supplying his son with money. Expensive elite taxis, small gifts for girls, going to the cinema, cafes, restaurants - all this was involved in what Vova considered an integral part of his life, what Vova took for granted things.

Once in a new situation and a new life, Vova rethought, but everything turned out to be exactly the opposite. As if a strange emanation of sin overtook. Vova had a lot of money. “Papa” Dima is stable, every month he gave a plump “cutlet” of cash for pocket money. In the wallet were two magnetic cards, platinum and gold, an international bank with a credit line of very generous credit. And all this was actually nothing to spend. Every month, Vova returned an almost intact “cutlet” and received praises for pennies of spending on credit cards.

Shopping Vova did not like. I didn’t have many things in my personal wardrobe and didn’t consider it necessary to buy all the new stuff, just to be in trend. At shopping, I got mostly with customers, Julia, Dima, Julia and Dima. For the most part, they either dressed him or he was a person whose opinion was taken into account when choosing and buying. The wardrobe was replenished by 90% due to the things that customers bought for him and in which they wanted to see him. Another 9% he bought himself - it was also the things he needed for work. And only 1% fell on personal purchases. For the most part small “purchases for the company” and consumables such as socks and underwear poured into this percentage.

The fitness room hung on the map, which was filled with credits, bonuses and other magnetic numbers - again, thanks to the customers. For taxis, they often used a special corporate card for special taxi clients - the owner of a taxi service was among their clients who enjoyed unlimited trust and simply wrote out three 24/7 free carts to their family. Spending money on gadgets did not make sense. Those who did not zadarival clothes, zadarivali gadgets, once again trying to show their location. Many gave generous tips, in addition to the already rather big payment on the price. Vova put more in the family piggy bank than he took in situations where he spent money on something that he wanted, no one reproached him with crying money.

Such things as the occupancy of the refrigerator, utility payments, account replenishment, and other small bills did not concern Vova at all or the amounts for these cases were insignificant and insignificant.

There were a lot of gadgets. If there was a desire, Vova could open a small market selling portable equipment. But there was one problem - Vova loved music. No, he was not a music lover, but without music, life was boring. What do you need for music? That's right, a listening device and headphones. Devices Vova was the sea, but normal headphones, still did not reach the hands to buy. Small, so-called "pills", he was infuriated. Vova’s ears ached from them. I wanted something with a good sound, full-size, bass. For such a thing, Vova and went to the store on this ordinary day.

The seller-consultant, sensing a potential client in Vova, who today makes a cashier and gives a bonus to salary, immediately rushed to flood the guy with a bunch of background, unnecessary information.Listening to the headphones on the stand and sluggishly paying attention to the twittering consultant, Vova finally stopped at the crossroads between the two models. The first model was the full-length Panasonic, the second is the same Monster Beats. The difference in sound was almost not noticeable, but the Beats still played a little better. But the difference in price was on the face - as much as 150 bucks.

- "On the face ... like the sperm that spurts out of the penis" - Vova grinned at his vulgar thoughts.
With a light, careless movement of his hand, he tried to shut the annoying consultant and he shut up.
- “Yet what?” - a thundering, filled with power and latent energy “Hold your color” by the group Pendulum, filled its ears again.
The internal "Jewish toad" pressed that the sound in Panasonic is a little bit worse, well, think about it, but what the price is.
- “No, still the Beats are stronger” - Vova looked at the specification of the headphone settings for different equalizers. - “And adaptability to the settings they have above”
Vova squinted, the consultant was trampling alongside and prayed his hands in prayer when Vova took the Bits. When Vova again took the Panasonic, the consultant only sighed sadly.

“Okay, I'll treat myself a little bit,” Vova decided. - I want these.
The consultant did not seem to know whether to jump for joy or faint with happiness. Therefore, as a real pro in his own field, he only solemnly nodded and suggested.
- There are several colors to choose from. There are also limited designer designs - he laid out four boxes in front of Vova on the stand.
- Greens.
- Well! - The rest of the boxes moved back to the locker.
The consultant stuck a small sticker on the headphones.
- At the checkout, ask that this sticker be “peeped” - he said. - Anything else?

Vova thought.
- Probably everything.
- Well, thanks for the purchase! Come again! Have a good day!
A consulting girl passed by.
- Oh, you took the headphones Beats! Andrey, did you tell about the action?
- Oh, yes, I'm sorry - the consultant was embarrassed. - We have an action - every buyer of Beats headphones, relies on a 32GB memory card. Excuse me.
The consultant was even more embarrassed, opened the drawer and removed the memory card.
- Here you are.
- Pasiba - Vova smiled. - Do not worry, everyone has punctures.

After the checkout, Vova immediately unpacked the headphones and stuck it into the phone.
- “Uh!” - the bass filled the ears.
Vova walked and smiled. The girl passing by took the smile of an unfamiliar guy at her own expense and smiled in response, but the guy walked by and the girl looked at him with disappointment after a trace, sighed and continued on her way.
Vova took out his phone and went to the Radio Tapok track list. Delicious covers of famous hits sounded quite differently and “well, just an orgasm!”.
Starting with Pleasure Corporation, Vova walked in an unknown direction, just walking.

- “Lady, pony - everyone is awake. They are lined up in a row, ”read Slippers in their ears.
Vova introduced how the asses of real ladies line up with the pony's asses. The picture was built funny and vulgar.

Little by little, he reached the outskirts and walked along forest paths running parallel to the ring road. At some point something poked him in the leg. Vova turned and almost went under him. There was a dog behind. Vova wasn’t that afraid of dogs, especially after his zoo of experience, but he didn’t like it when street dogs showed an interest in his modest person. The dog did not look evil, on the contrary, he waving his tail in a friendly manner and podgavkival something. Primary fear came down, Vova took off the headphones and heard the familiar melodious voice.
- Madara, so that you, where did you run away, you bastard petty ?!
A second later, the already familiar owner of a melodic voice, Nastya, rolled out onto the track. Nastya was on a bike, in a warm-fitting cycle uniform. Vova stared at his specific friend.

- “What is she cute” - flashed the thought.
- Oh, hi! - Nastya was taken aback. - Where are you from?
- Hi - waved his hand Vova. - Just walking. And you?
- Walking this pet parasite - she waved at the dog. - And at the same time I train.
Now more proudly she showed up great. Great looking impressive.Wide tires, big wheels, massive frame, some big cylinder under the frame.
- Elektrovelik - ahead of Vovin question, answered Nastya.
- Why are you walking so far from home? Immediately the outskirts - she approached Vova and touched his hand. “They'll steal such a sweet little boy.”

Nastya smiled conspiratorially.
- Yeah, well, you who need me.
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