Rada pulled on her panties, and I frantically raked wet sheets from the bed to quickly put them in the washing machine. On my return to the room, Rada was already fully dressed.

- Make the bed and lie down! - she commanded.

- Yes, now ... why? - in a panic, not remembering where the clean bedding is, I began to open all the lockers in a row.

- I'll talk to her myself. And you pretend that you have been sleeping for a long time!

A key clicked in the front door. Quickly spreading a fresh sheet over the bed, I plopped down on top of it and, covering myself with my duvet cover, buried my face in the pillow.

The closed door clicked, and there was silence - Nastya always walked silently through the house.

“Oh,” came her surprised voice, “Is that you?”

- Hush, - Rada whispered, - Alyosha is sleeping. Nastya, do not be offended at me, please. I know that I ruined your evening, but I really have no place to go in this city.

- Oh what do you mean! - Nastya also moved to a whisper, - That you will forgive me. What found me, I myself do not understand. Is he very upset?

- I was upset ... Nastya, let's go to the kitchen, drink some tea and chat ...

- Oh well...

When the women left, I was finally able to turn my head to the side to inhale the air. There was still a smell of smoke in the room. It was already light outside, and the pink rays of the rising sun beautifully set off the white ceiling. Wild fatigue fell on my eyelids after a sleepless, busy night, and I fell asleep like a baby.

Woke up closer to two in the afternoon. Nearby, curled up, sniffed Nastya, and Rada was placed on the couch. She slept in her underwear, legs spread wide. A plaid ripped off in a dream, lay beside him on the floor. I admired a woman. Pretty slender for his age - a small soft tummy was quite a bit denoted, squeezed by an elastic of panties; strong, tightened hips, without a hint of body fat; a big, but so airy and light chest with large halos of the nipples, which is now only slightly peeking out from under the lace bra. I liked it so much yesterday to squeeze it in my hands. These memories immediately caused a steady erection and, having overcome myself, I stopped looking at the female body. The midday heat already seized the city in its embrace, and from the open window it breathed heat. Somewhere in the kitchen, the buzzer of a phone on quiet mode was nasty. I gently removed Nastya’s hand from her chest, stretched sweetly, and went to answer the call. Father called. As the most responsible person, he resented general negligence. Today we agreed to arrange kebabs in nature. It was planned to leave for two hours. However, as the father explained, the bride and groom broke up yesterday and did not want to go anywhere, having already informed about the intention to divorce, most of the guests went home to upset feelings, Uncle Lena was found closer to the morning in an insane state and taken to the country house.

- You can't reach you either! - Dad was angry, - What are you all like children? I have not slept all night!

- Well, what do you want most of all? - I tried to calm him down, - if the main heroes of the day are all the same, then do not torture everyone with your fuss. Let them do what they want. You'd better go to bed. Get some rest.

- Well, you give! Will you go to them?

- Something you do not want ...

- Well, to hell with you then! I went to bed and do not call me today!

In the tube short beeps were heard. To be honest, I was even delighted with this development of events. The last thing I wanted in that heat was to go to the recreation center.

I turned on the kettle, poured some strong tea in a glass and sat down on a chair. When fragrant tea was already pleasantly burning his lips, Nastia came into sleep in the kitchen, rubbing her eyes.

- Leshik, are you very angry? She asked me, making an innocent little face.

“Not anymore,” I smiled, “but next time try to control yourself.”

- Yes, I myself do not understand what it was.The bust of wine probably turned out - she sat on the opposite chair and reached for a clean tea cup - an angry one jumped out, walked around the city at night, and suddenly realized that she had done something stupid. And when you returned, you were already asleep.

“Yeah," I mumbled, sipping tea.

- Then Radka got my brains fixed and I finally repented.

- “Radka”? - my eyebrows crawled up in surprise - since when is this familiarity?

Nastya giggled:

- Yes, we yesterday ... or rather, today we chatted with her here. She is such a wonderful and soulful woman. We have almost become friends.

- Is that so? And what were you talking about?

“Oh, yes,” Nastya waved her hand and blushed a little, “a bit about everything.” So what are we going to do today?

I paused, watching the behavior of the girl. No, it seems she behaves naturally. Yes, and could not glad to tell her about yesterday.

“The kebabs are being canceled today,” I said at last, “Sergey and Masha quarreled.” Even want a divorce.

- What about? - Nastya rounded eyes, - How so? Why do you think so?

- Father called.

- What happened? - She set aside the cup and began to look around for the phone, - We need to call her.

- Yes, you do not go to the people. These are emotions. Passions will subside, and everything will be fine. But, today it is better not to bother her. And even worse. She wants to call herself.

- Well yes. True, Nastya put her hands in confusion, what are we going to do then?

- Never mind. Let's sit at home. Have a rest.

- Guys, I'm leaving tomorrow. Maybe we can think of something more interesting than home gatherings? - At the door of the kitchen, with a broad smile on her face, stood, quietly creeping up, Rada.

- Oh hi! - Nastya blossomed in the second smile, - Will you have tea?

- I will not refuse. Yes, and you can eat too ...

Then came the belated thought that there was no food at home.

- Maybe we go to a cafe? - I tried to get out of the situation.

- A better go to the country! - Nastya happily jumped up, - We will have lunch in the open air, and you can heat up the bath!

- ABOUT! - it immediately dawned on me, - So, after all, my father has marinated meat! Just fry the kebab!

“I like the idea,” Glad replied, looking kindly at me, “just let's do everything faster.” I really want to eat.

We gather - just gird. I did not call my father, opened the door with my key, quietly, so as not to wake him, walked into the kitchen, took one of the large pots of pickled pork out of the fridge, and went out just as quietly, to the measured snore coming from the bedroom.

On the way to the cottage, we jumped into the store for some products and wine. Rada still took a package with nuts to starve a little hunger.

And at the dacha we were in for a surprise in the form of disheveled, swollen, and red like Uncle Leni’s cancer. He sat gloomily on the porch of a small attic house and drank water from a mug. Seeing us, a relative noticeably quickened. He jumped up to meet, hastily tucking his crumpled shirt into his trousers, and at the same time did not even guess to wipe off the tasty lipstick print from his chin.

- Oh, my friends! Glad! - he cried happily, - are you following me?

- We to you, - crossed her arms, said Rada, skeptically examining her husband.

When I lowered the heavy bag to the ground, in which the wine bottles clinked, Uncle Lenya finally came to his senses:

- Lech! - He rushed to me, grabbing bags from his hands, - Let's help! You are my savior!

Nastya looked cautiously at Rada, but she did not look upset at all:

“Lenya, look at yourself,” she reproached gaily, pushing him in the back, “you look like a March cat after a stormy night.”

- Forgive, Radochka, - as if nothing had happened, the uncle answered, - I spree yesterday. It happens!

- I hope this holiday will end? We have a plane tomorrow, and in this form they won't even let you into the airport.

“Everything ... everything ...,” Uncle Leon jerked his head frantically, “No more, no.”

Cottage quickly came to life. Nastya brought out the old record player on the porch and, together with the fragrant smoke from the brazier above ...