To say that after the incident, in relations between Bolshakov, as a manufacturer of scenery and Bestuzhev, who was interested in the quick and qualitative execution of these dramatic changes, would not have happened.

Having praised a couple of days: “You don’t come to see me, Nina Georgievna, and I don’t have to do this work without you ...” Bolshakov convinced Bestuzhev that only her appearance in the gymnasium was a step forward in fulfilling urgent orders.

The soldier laid out his brushes and paints and waited for Nina Georgievna to descend from the dance class and patiently wait out his temperamental "thrill" towards herself, desired ...

Not having the opportunity, without disclosure or scandal, to stop this “boorish masturbation” (and the time is tight!), Bestuzhev, having thought it over, made the decision to suffer a little and “not to take the garbage out of the hut”.

“Someone must concede ...”, she persuaded herself and, closing her eyes, turning away, suffered the puffing of a happy onanist behind her back, whom every bend of the female body, every detail of the ballet tights brought into a frenzy (what can we say about close to the presence of the desired body!) After the “ejection”, Bestuzhev immediately went to work with the girls, tried “not to delve into the memory”, but at night ... there was anything. And the reason was the absent husband.

"Where are you, Poles, you dangle? ... Dokdomandiruesya that they will seduce your faithful, and on your beautiful forehead horns will appear ..."

True, the onanist himself did not strive for more. He kept “within the bounds of decency” (if such a definition, in this situation, is generally appropriate). Maxim, that was added - this is an imperceptible exception to mutual weaving that, and don't go to your grandmother, always leads, if not to a break, then to “friendly” relations ...

To tolerate a talented tyrant Nina Georgievna was not long. Stage decoration is rapidly completed.

In an effort to stretch the resulting pleasure, Bolshakov suggested painting the side curtains in order to “visually, at the expense of color, expand the dimensions of the scene ...” But this trick of Bestuzhev categorically rejected:

- With the performance so delayed, and you still invent something! For this, yes? - Nina Georgievna nodded at the next swelling under the soldier's breeches.

“Hold on ... and I will do everything in Stakhanov's style,” the swollen phallus of the soldier unceremoniously poured out.

“Ugh! ...” Bestuzheva turned away and folded her arms across her chest. - Come quickly! I have no time ...

- Then, at least don't turn away ...

- Dream, shit ...

“And I would hold on to your girl ...”, blushing from the resigned presence of a beautiful woman, the baldel Bolshakov, driving a petrified Kid into his fist. - Now ... Now ... Here it is ... here ... Oh, how well ... You have no idea ...

- Everything?

- Aha ... Admit it, Ninul, are you also excited when I do this near you? - tucked the "shooting out" kid in the trouser leg Bolshakov. - You're not a soulless vegetable ...

- Finished? ... Then I will go.

- Let's do it together, at the same time ...

The knocking of a slamming door was Bolshakov's answer.

“She runs away all the time,” Bolshakov said in a hypostasis. - How would, imperceptibly, lock close? ..

...

Today, showing Bestuzhev the final part of the work, Bolshakov decided to "unleash" Nina Georgievna for a frank conversation. For this, he prepared a trump card - information that he was aware of her intention to write a novel on a delicate topic.

And for starters, I asked a straight line like a rail, a question - would she like to sleep with him?

The reaction of Nina Georgievna was unexpected. She burst out laughing, as if she heard an offer to go on a pleasure trip.

- Stupid and naive boy! - She said enough, having fun and in a completely neutral voice: - Do you really think that any woman can be persuaded to have sex with a cavalry attack? Sneak can achieve more and at the same time preserve dignity. Only, I beg you, don’t think that it’s not about me (it doesn’t shine here!), But about those women that you will meet in your life. If you do not learn to be patient and courteous, at least three of the four will refuse you.

- Thanks for the theory. In practice, I already have one with whom I am not too ceremonious ...

- Kalinin does not count. She had force majeure.

- And yet - credit by one hundred percent! You are with me - attempt number two ...

- Nice confession! Anything more accessible, could not find?

- Nope. Beautiful Time...

- Trite ...

- Married ...

—?

—... and zazoristaya, like aged wine ...

- Wow! I haven’t been compared to alcohol yet.

Bestuzhev walked along the completed backdrop and pointed to the track with moon highlights. - This place you especially managed. Try writing seascapes ...

- Sometime later ... Now I need something else ...

Bolshakov folded the thumb and index finger of his left hand with a ring and poked at him with the index finger of his right hand. To understand what he wanted to say with this gesture was not surprising.

“Ah,” Bestuzhev dismissed, “marry and calm down ...”

- Maybe, after all, one time? ... Salaga is a science, and you - practice ...

- For this I have a lawful husband ... And, here, it is necessary to tint, the branch of the tree is not finished. And over there, a stretch of sky looks unconvincing. As if the paint was not enough ...

- So he is always on business trips ... - Bolshakov bent his line.

- So what? Parting checked relationships. And when it comes ...

- You come off in full ...

- Go, work, concerned! On Saturday, we will hang the backdrop on the stage. I agreed with the DOS head about the workers ...

- Say ... you and your husband ... in bed, remember how I masturbate?

- yap!

“Not a yap, but a man of a certain orientation, young and predictable,” said Bolshakov.

“And I am a difficult and unpredictable woman,” thought Bestuzheva.

And, suddenly, the thought was almost a mad thought: “To make out and touch ...”

- Well, I am leaving...

- Get some more. Look, Baby rises again ...

“Only not now!” Nina Georgievna panicked, realizing that her defensive breach had been breached.

- And I will tell you the details for it, as the captain's wife entered ...

Bestuzhev paused. She struggled to seem calm.

- Tell me? What for? I'm not interested ...

- Oh, I do! You are going to write a book about her.

Bestuzhev had a reason for concern.

“Lenka still talked, bitch! I do not know what I will do when I see her ... "

And she said aloud: “She will write everything to me herself.” Promised.

- Do you want someone else's paperwork to find out what it is to change your husband? Will not work. In addition, we have something in common.

- And what?

- My baby. We both are not indifferent to him ...

- You are a crap opponent and do not know how to listen to advice! - Bestuzheva got angry.

- In what sense?

- All the time you rush things ...

- I have a perspective?

- In relation to me, no-koi! - said Nina Georgievna and left the gym, pleased with her stamina ...

...

The news of the death of Major General Repin flew to a distant garrison earlier than the official message, not to mention the obituary in the army newspaper.

The accident was striking in its absurdity.

Of all the options "one grandmother said," managed to add up the following.

During the final day of the exercise, when it was already clear that the high authorities were inclined to give a positive assessment to the efforts of the subunits and units that took part in the maneuvers and the shooting, the army’s political department head, who had no rest, finally relaxed, believing that “everything went” and decided: "It is time that he received his share of praise from the hands of the Minister of Defense of the USSR."

With a vigorous report, General Repin arrived at the foot of the hill on the Mi-8 helicopter, on the flat top of which was a command ...