Kostya was not acquainted with these flawlessly glossy chikikas. Yes, he never would have met them, if not the circumstances. Kostya did not go to clubs, it was too early for him, he had not yet grown to that. When late in the evening, hurrying home, he walked past the Asgard Club (one of the most popular in the city) the door opened, and from there a dressed middle-aged man stepped out. Something is clearly outraged, he went to the parking lot, when, suddenly, he changed his mind, and also went resolutely back ... but he saw Kostya.

“The guy ... I just need you ... I need him,” he was molested, we weed with acid, “I need you ... so that you ... do something.” Come with me.

Turning again to the parking lot, the major walked resolutely. Turned around.

- Well, what are you standing? Come on ... come on ... with me. - Kostya, after some hesitation, followed him, hoping for the quickness of his legs, which, in case of danger, would help him out, as has often happened. The man took out the keys to the car, opened the electronic lock of cherry Lamborghini, got behind the wheel. Glass on the driver's side went down. Kostya went to the car and with interest (at a safe distance) looked inside. Inside she was as gorgeous as the outside. The man took out a notepad, a pen from the glove compartment, wrote something, tore the sheet, folded it in half, and handed it to Kostya.

“Here, man, this ... it should be attributed to the guzel ... that is to say to the girl, there, in the club,” his speech was strangely lost, then slowing down, then speeding up, his eyes were completely insane, even a little scary was done, and the rest of it looked quite normal. - At the bar ... racks ... name is Kurlyanka, Alice Kurlyanka. Transmit.

Kostya took the paper and looked at the club in doubt: - How will I get there?

Lamborghini snarled, ready to take off from the ground at any second and fly to higher spheres. Insane glass eyes tried to focus on Kostik: - Security ... tell the security, for Alice Kurlyanka ... let them go.

Lamborghini disappeared. He did not leave, did not rush off, but disappeared, like in a fairy tale. Kostya was left alone with an instruction of dubious nature, trying to solve a dilemma: to go, or not to go to the club, to carry out the order of a strange major or not to risk. Kostya decided to try, walked over to the club, opened the door, went inside.

The music, which sounded dull on the street, rumbled here, subjecting it to its rhythm, to its will. The illumination is entirely made up of hundreds of lights, which lit up, extinguished, winked at, performing a complex, harmonious ritual, leaving, nevertheless, a room in the mystical twilight. The people who perform the all-night vigil sat at the tables, danced, hung out near the bar counters.

It's all inside, but right at the entrance stood the thousand-year-old Argus. He looked at the impudent boy in surprise: “Lost?”

Kostya immediately realized the ridiculousness of his position. Fifty secured framers and club chicks brought here their tribute in the form of thick wallets and written beauty in order to be able to join the club's sacraments, and he has a note for some Alice in his hand, transmitted by someone who does not understand it. But once the first step has been taken, we will do the second.

- I need Alice.

- Who ?!

- Alice Kurlyanka

- What for?

- She needs to pass.

The guard looked at the sheet in Kostya’s hand, and Kostya thought that now the guard would take a sheet, say, “give it to you,” and point to the door. But a thousand, suddenly turned sideways, stretching out his hand, pointing to the farthest bar counter, said:

- There.

Kostya understood that he was allowed to enter and personally deliver the letter to the addressee. He joined the panorama of flashing lights, loud music and beautiful women, seductive women, many of whom were dressed frankly boldly sexy. From them the exciting perfume aroma emanated. Their movements are filled with subtle grace. Fine hairstyles. Bright makeup. Drunken smiles. Arrogant looks. Alluring serenas. Impregnable queens.These were clubids - a new kind of mythical female creatures living in clubs. They had different names: tubers, clubs, club chicks. They fascinated, lured, devastated pockets, devastated the soul. They ate mostly expensive cocktails, hookah smoke, sometimes switching to a psychotropic diet. Among them are butterflies, but these are few. There is a variety: karaoke clubies, they drink less, but they are also easily glued by skilled hunters. Clubbies have fun filling their price. They are fickle and charmingly sexy.

Kostya walked past the dancing Klubins, and they were increasingly taken aback by the feeling that everything that was happening here was a kind of sacrament, a club religion, the adherent of which he would like to become with pleasure. Here are their own rules, their own laws, their own atmosphere, nothing like the same atmosphere. Pagan cult, ritual primitive dancing around the fire in a modern version. Minimum talk, maximum body verbality. Separation, fly, shift of reality, some feelings are dulled and others are sharpened. And all this under a continuous powerful rhythm. The rhythm that penetrates the skin and makes the heart beat in a very special way.

Kostya went to the bar. There were six girls, but one of them (blonde) stood out from all of them. Than? Unclear. Inexplicable. There was something special about her that elevated her above the others. As if the person of royal blood can immediately be distinguished in a crowd of commoners, so this blonde excelled everyone with her charm. It was Kostya who approached her. It was to her handed a sheet.

The bohemian blonde talked with his girlfriend, a very beautiful red-haired (most likely painted) girl when Kostya interrupted their conversation with his appearance and drew attention to his modest person.

- What's this? To me? - Surprised the girl asked a pleasant chest voice.

- Yes, - Kostya answered, but then he decided to ask again. - You are Alice Kurlyanka.

- Yes it's me. And from whom?

Kostya was embarrassed: - I do not know him. He gave me on the street, ordered me to tell you ... he is ... on cherry lamborghini.

Hearing the last words, Alice immediately snatched the sheet and unfolded it. It became interesting to Kostik that such an important thing can be written in a note in our time, when everything important is communicated by telephone. Moreover, after reading it, Alice became infuriated, which made her even more beautiful. Being a burning blonde, she was wearing a black satin dress, sewn on the figure, advantageous emphasizing the slim waist of the girl and nice shape. When she sat, it was unclear how tall she was, but then when she gets up, Kostya learns that she is just below Kostya.

- What is it? - Alice exclaimed. - Check?! He wrote me a check !! - And then, slowly raising his friend's eyes, separately at a high tone: - A check for ten dollars ?!

- How? - surprised her sunny girlfriend (dressed in a red dress), snatching a check, - indeed, for ten dollars!

- Here, a scoundrel! Here, reptile ... - and then followed such a stream of obscene highly artistic battle that Kostya froze with admiration. Looking at the raging girl and listening to stylistically flawless obscene humiliation rained against the very man on Lamborghini, Kostya suddenly saw with a spiritual eye how the car suddenly lights up in the middle of the road for unknown reasons, and burns to the bottom with the driver.

- Now I will write the answer, and you refer it to him.

- I can not. He has already left.

- Oh, yes, - Alice looked at the kid as if she had just noticed him, - what is your name?

- Kostya.

- Kostya, I will write a note right now, you will take a taxi, you will get to the club “Soho” this is his club and there

- Hey, stop, girlfriend. I do not recognize you. What are you doing because of this goat? Will you strain yourself and prove something to him?

Alice looked at her friend in brief meditation.

“That's right, Jeanne, there are few males in the world,” she said, then she looked at the boy standing in front of her, added: “For example, Kostya, too, come on, the male, although too young.” - Then ...