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Apartment numbers on the plates brought me to the desired entrance. From a distance I noticed a girl on the porch. With one hand she put the phone to her ear, the other held her purse.

It was a rare representative of an amazing breed of beauties: tiny, but not deprived of growth, rather, very slim. With thin handles, long legs, pronounced bending of the waist, hips and breasts. She deftly emphasized nuances of a figure with high suede boots on a hairpin. The short fitted coat of beige color sat as poured. The picture was completed by a black shawl, embroidered with burgundy flowers, elegantly arranged around a thin neck.

I slowed down, so as not to rush to conclusions. The beauty's hair glowed brightly in the sun with chestnut tints. They lay a smooth lush waterfall, framed the faience chiseled face of the girl, hiding it under the canopy of bangs and curls on the sides.

When I finally approached her, for a short moment our eyes met, and the beautiful brisk animal hid naughty eyes from me under a thick canopy of hair. She, of course, smiled with scarlet lips, mysteriously and seductively, remaining on her mind, leaving me with a bunch of unrealized fantasies, rummaging in my head.

I went to the staircase, discouraged, carried away with me the expression of her secrets, the color of her eyes, the contours of her mouth and nose. My head floated around in confusion, burning with the desire to multiply. For myself, I jealously talked about the intransigence of men's interests with the cunning of female temptations, about the eternal burden of beauty, about the transience of the inexorable touch of eternity to the human soul.

With an unhappy, broken heart, I went up in the elevator to the fifth floor, where Andrei, the owner of the apartment, which I set out to rent, was already waiting for me.

He was a dark-haired, portly man of forty, well-preserved, fresh, and brave. He did everything abruptly with the appearance of a gypsy, a criminal's squint and shaggy hands: he spoke, moved from room to room. With a bang in his knuckles, he clenched his fists and banged them on what he had hit, most often on his own palm.

“The apartment is not mine, but contact me in all matters,” he said a minute after the start of the tour. - The hostess went abroad. If interested, I can give an email, skype.

Andrei lived in the next apartment, worked in the police and demanded to contact him for "you", without any Andrei Mikhailovich.

- Well, you take? He asked when we completed the rounds.

- And you, you, - I choked, - as if living in the next apartment? - “poking” to a stranger who is at least fifteen years older was not easy.

- You do not believe, then? - Andrey did not smile, but grinned. Unpleasant and evil.

- Yes, how to say. I'll pay the money now, and then the mistress will come. It turns out that you retake the apartment twenty times.

“I understand,” Andrew’s eyes lit up with a fierce, fierce fire.

And then I was scared, I regretted that I had started a game of cat and mouse.

“Eh, we should dump before it is too late,” I thought, biting my cheeks.

But it was too late.

“So look here,” he grabbed my elbow and dragged me to the waiting room. - This is my apartment - opened the door, shoved me into the next hallway, the same well-groomed and bright.

- Yes, I believe, I believe, - I tried to dilute the tension with an innocent smile, but Andrei only gained momentum:

- Look here carefully. This is a power of attorney, see? - he fished out a piece of paper from the drawer, nuzzled me into print. - At the notary certified, understand? Read attentively. My surname, Nikiforov, see? Here's a passport, look here. What is written? Ni-ki-fo-ditch Andrei Mikhailovich. Can you read? Now look here. Here is my police ID. Here is the last name. The same. Do not believe? What is written? Police Major. Here is my shape hanging, do you want to try on? A cap, just on your head, - he poked his fingers at everything, not allowing to come to his senses.

- What else do you want? He finished loudly, almost yelled.

“It would be enough to have a power of attorney,” I frowned, unpleasantly amazed at the strange reaction. A smile faded from my face in the waiting room when I was unceremoniously shoved into someone else's apartment. - Well, Andrei, I believe you. If you do not mind, I would like to pay once a month.

- Yes, please, please! - Nikiforov abruptly changed his tone from angry and offended to sarcastic and helpful. - You want, you can not pay at all. I'll find you anyway, I'll get you out of the ground. Do not believe? - and then he began to neigh, with a cold gleam of hatred in his pupils and an iron calculation of revenge in clenched fists.

- Yes, I believe, I believe, - I echoed ragged giggles, nervously and disgustingly, like a crap rabbit. - Here is the money for the first month when you can be settled?

- Yeah right now. Hold the keys, - Major fished out a bunch of keys from the same dresser where the power of attorney lay. - Whore not to drive, do not organize drug accidents. In general, everything is as usual. I recognize - I will plant. Got it?

- Got it, - I nodded, stunned by such a service.

- Yes, I joke, I joke! - and then he began to neigh again, obsessed with a legion of demons. I used to shit with bricks while listening to the sound of a major.

“See you soon, then,” I said modestly, retiring as calmly as possible so as not to cause trouble, not to catch the knife in the back. In my head loomed insane little thought to give money immediately for three months, pushing them under the major's door.

Relocation to a new apartment was not difficult. I put the most necessary things in a sports bag and quietly left the parental home. The walk on foot through the park and in the district was one and a half kilometers or twenty minutes, which is quite a bit, considering the enormous distances that people sometimes travel to find peace in their own kennel. In my case, even in the absence of a fork and spoon in the kitchen, I could easily have dinner with my parents, and not run headlong in the middle of the night to the nearest supermarket to buy disposable dishes. However, it was this last option that I preferred on the first evening, when I was left alone in the uninhabited apartment with my eternal companions: pride and ambition.

At half past ten I finally sat down to dinner. A neighbor was screaming behind the wall. At first, I didn’t even pay attention to the strange cries, it’s unpleasant that people became painful. But with each word uttered, with each unkind phrase, the meaning of the tragedy played out in the next apartment reached me more and more.

- You think I don't know who you fucked there at work all day? - shouted a painfully familiar male voice. - What are you poured me?

- Andrew!

- Andrei, what is “Andrei”? Shave your pussy!

When I mentioned the name, I was finally convinced that my suspicions were true and the voice really belonged to that very Andrei Mikhailovich Nikiforov, a valiant police major who two days before had cynically poked my nose at his passport and police certificate.

"Here is a goat, eh!" - I was indignant, listening to how the woman squealed, young, judging by the voice. Voiced slaps, inflicted, again, judging by the sound, on the bare female ass, echoed through my removable empty apartment, in which I unwittingly assumed the role of a prisoner of conscience.

There was a new painful roar, like a hoarse, and the woman from a screech went on to ooh and aah, moaned sweetly on the exhale, leaving no doubt about the nature of these sounds.

I brought a laptop, put on my headphones and continued to have dinner with epic music. But even through the pathetic ups of the melody, I heard the screams and groans of the enacted neighbors:

- Bitch, damn it! You're on my lap will crawl.

- Andrew, forgive me, I will no longer!

I involuntarily blinked into a fist and could no longer stop, it was so funny to listen to the roar of a jealous man under epic music. The cries of the woman at first caused confusion, the desire to call where and should report to whom you should not. But then I presented the consequences for my peaceful existence, if Andrei Mikhailovich finds out who passed it. But he will surely find out, and he, of course, will not be left behind anything done in the home circle ...