“Ahem. Shakhov ... Boris G. ... You can just ... Boris. “- the man got up from the chair, he was clearly embarrassed, and felt ill at ease. Taking his outstretched hand with his hand, he hesitated for a second, deciding what to do next, or shaking the outstretched palm of his future subordinate, or kissing the pretty woman's hand, defeated the sense of duty.

The man shook her hand, and he did it carefully and carefully, but for some reason Ira had a feeling that if he wanted, he could easily break her hand. In his hands felt strength, and considerable.

She carefully sat down on a chair opposite Karen, and went to a normal business conversation about upcoming affairs.

The new chef was very laconic, spoke little and in the case, juggling, as usual, mostly Armenian.

Soon Karen Arshakovich said goodbye, and slamming the new chief on the shoulder, departed in an unknown direction. She showed the boss the office, and introduced him to his staff.

A couple of weeks passed relatively calmly. The new chief behaved with her extremely politely and correctly, he never allowed himself any liberties and dubious hints. To be honest, Ira hesitated, she could not understand whether it pleased her or grieved her. The man she was obviously cute, and not only as a leader.

She, once even made a remark to Lilia, for too, from her Irina point of view, the unsuitably short length of the skirt, and advised her to twist her popochka in the field of view of the guide. Yes, and blouses at work should be exclusively closed, and then her, Lilechka bust, almost falling out of a huge neckline, distracts the male part of the team from work, and Boris Grigorievich has a lot to do.

And at the very Irina Konstantinovna, the length of the skirts, as if by itself, was steadily declining, and the cuts were getting higher, and the cuts on the blouses went deeper and deeper ..

Like that, at the end of the second week, Irina at the end of the working day, left the office and passed by the cars standing in a row, headed towards the metro. When she went to work, she agreed with her neighbor, a retired aunt Valley, that she would sit out with Dimka before she arrived. Not free, of course. But money for an elderly, lonely woman was not the most important. She just felt sorry for Irina, with whom life was not in the best way.

“Ira, I see you completely forgot about me. So I decided to recall our contract. “- Misha was standing nearby, with his“ Toyota ”? leaning on the door ajar.

“Misha, do you understand ... I don't know? How to tell you ... Well, in general ... We will not be able to meet again. "

“We can. Yes, where are you going around. I, after all, can fire you, I have not forgotten. Bastard his, than you will feed, Okay good break. Jump in the car, ride a little, have not forgotten how to suck in a wheelbarrow. Well, now remember. “Misha grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. Ira tried to pull out his hand, but nothing came of it. Physically, she was still inferior to him.

Suddenly, on Mishin's wrist lay a man's hand. Ira looked back, Boris stood right behind her. When he came, she did not notice.

Misha's grasp immediately weakened, and she tore her hand out of his fingers.

“Wait aside. I am now. We have to discuss something with a young man. ”

Ira retreated a few steps.

Boris put his second hand on Michael’s shoulder and lightly pressed it, seating him in the driver’s seat. He leaned toward the Misha ear, and said something quietly to him. And shut the car door. Sticking out the legs and the right hand of the vehicle owner, he was absolutely not worried. Misha squealed. Boris G. apologized, and repeated the attempt to close the door, then again. And so on until Misha pulled the injured limbs inside.

" Irina. He will not bother you again. And with Karen, I'll talk, So don't worry, everything will be fine.And allow, as an apology, for inappropriate behavior, a former employee of the holding, to invite you to dinner. "

Irina, of course, agreed, and who would doubt. She asked for a moment and stepped aside to call.

“Aunt Val, this is Ira. Aunt Val, You will not sit with Dima again, please ... Thank you, Aunt Val ... Yes, I’m late today ... He invited me to the restaurant ... Yeah ... Dima will spend the night with you? ... Thank you, Aunt Val. ”

They sat at a table in an expensive restaurant, drank champagne and ate oysters. In the sense that the oysters ate Ira, she wanted to taste this gorgeous as she considered the dish to death. Boris, with a suspicion of gazing at the delicacy, muttered “I wonder what kind of puddle they gained. ". He has this, did not, and ordered himself a potato cutlet, and Russian salad.

Irina liked the fact that Boris did not lean on alcohol. Life experience, you know.

A big company, pretty drunk guys, walked not far from their table. Picked up, young people began to show an active interest in the women around them. In the sphere of their interests, they contributed to Irina. A reeling gait, one of the company rolled up to her.

“Let me invite you?”

“Dear, do not you see that the lady is busy. “Boris was polite, but Ira could hear the hidden fury in his voice. She was scared, scared for him. This type of guys, she knew too well, arrogant, angry, dangerous, they always scour the pack. At the noise of the growing conflict, several other buddies of the first one instantly pulled up.

“Grandpa, listen to the good advice. Get out from here. Heifer we take, and you walk, fraerok. Not ssy, tomorrow, your Manka will return, pleased. "

Boris grunted and twisted his fork in his fingers and began to rise.

“Sha, cormorants. What for kipish? For a moment you can not leave alone. “A healthy man, turned to them.

“Shah ... You are ... Bro ... What are the destinies ... It has long been laid back ... Sha, cormorants, stop the kipish ... This is my chum, Shah ... We talked with him ... Man only from the Boss, and you stop him from hanging out. Signs ... "

"And you will not be sick of Pyry ..." Pyrya and Shah embraced.

Pyrya, was a thief authoritative. With someone that he did not share, and they almost put him at the peak, he was alive then, only due to the intervention of the Shah. Keep silent about the details, stick your nose into the affairs of thieves, ungrateful things, and very unsafe.

When, Pyrya with the company departed, Boris raised an embarrassed glance at Irina, and spoke.

"Well, yes ... I sat ... Ten years"

"God ... Ten years ... And long ago, you were released ... That is, you ..."

"Come on you ... A little more than a month at large."

Ira covered her hand with his hand and said softly

“And you and I did not drink brotherhood ... Let's drink ... Only, not here ... Maybe you?”

When the front door slammed shut, they decided to slightly change the procedure, and immediately went on to the second stage, a kiss.

Their whole way, from the door to the bed, was strewn with discarded clothing. Right at the door, lay an expensive jacket and boots, and next to Irina a handbag, thrown on the shelf, with the impatient hand of a mistress, hurrying to dig into the sheared nape, and roll on the floor, And the left shoe. Another, lying in the middle of the kitchen, she flew off there, when Ira hung on the Shah, squeezed her lips and holding her tongue in his mouth, her legs clasped his thighs and annoying slipper, was thrown off her leg. Her blouse lay in a corner in the corridor, where Shah threw her, and his now-shirt, completely devoid of buttons, and with his sleeve torn off, but there was nothing to get stuck and irritate burnt Ira, hung from the edge of the kitchen table. Her skirt flew off to the bedroom window, where Irina’s foot sank, and the bra, according to the canons, was thrown onto the chandelier, and specially. The pantyhose pulled together by the Shah and his underpants lay on a chair, where he threw them away, buried in the face, into such a stupid-smelling female crotch. The smell of a woman. Ten years and one month. His pants, along with his underpants, ... Read more →