- Makarov, what's in Chelyabinsk? - the harsh face of Petrovich, my boss, was looking at me gloomily over the top of the monitor.

- In the process, today will be done.

- Not only done, but signed and filed in the report. Otherwise you will catch up with me. I have a plane at 7 in the morning.

- I remember. - I replied, not looking up from the hated tables.

In the morning Petrovich was leaving on a business trip with a report that the entire department was now in a hurry. Everything is as usual, there is not enough data from the branch here, there are no several acts from the object, there is no chapter at all. Typical office turmoil before deadline.

Behind Petrovich, Eugene looked into the office. I recognized her slim, slender figure by the edge of my sight, without raising my eyes from the screen.

- Seryozha, how are you going to have lunch?

- Yes. What is time already? - with this report time flies. It looks like it will have to linger today.

- It's the second hour, what are you? Disassemble all.

With a familiar movement, I blocked the computer and went to the exit.

- What are your plans for today? - Eagerly asked Zhenka, taking my arm on the stairs. Recently, she began to wear high heels, with the habit of constantly looking for my support.

- Why are you putting them here? Here is not your Vitalik. - I grumbled, simultaneously greeting my colleagues, whom I had not seen today - with a nod, someone with a handshake.

- Do not nudi. I have to get used to it.

Acne is a new guy Eugene. And he likes girls in high heels.

- He is an asshole, your Acne. - I did not say it now, but when I first met him.

Yes Yes. Zhenka is not my girlfriend. Friend. Or rather, a friend. We met through mutual acquaintances while still at the institute, quickly found a common language on the topic of common hobbies, she adored downhill skiing, I preferred to ride a board. A couple of weekends spent on the ski slopes. Then, when her girlfriend, with whom she was renting an apartment in half, was dismissed, I suggested that Zhenya should rent a hut together, and without thinking twice, she agreed and moved into my, removable two-room hut.

Strange, but also at the institute and later, at work, they reacted very neutrally to such a strange union of opposite-sex young people, at least nobody had said anything in their eyes and I did not hear any scabby jokes on this topic. Such is the public consensus.

Then there was a lot of things - she went for a beer in the morning when I was tormented by a tough hangover, and I often ran to the night shop for women's linings, when Zhenka suddenly had trouble in that very part.

For some kind of baptism, we decided to diversify our life experience by bathing in an ice-hole. Zhenya somehow carried by, but I fell down for a week with a hard fever. All these days, Zhenya was with me, asked for leave from her studies at the institute, sat beside her, rubbed her body with vodka and wetted my chapped lips with wet gauze. I, the only thing I remember well is that in the half-delirium I constantly remembered the ice drops on her skin when she had just climbed out of the hole, and the clear relief of her strained nipples under the swimsuit. Then he was even ashamed of his thoughts, although very little depended on me then.

- So what about today? - Eugene repeated the question.

- Eugene! - I said meaningfully, taking the Olivier on duty from my distribution to my tray. - Do you want something from me? Buckwheat with a chop, please.

“Serieyezha,” Eugene purred, slightly clinging to me, “we wanted to watch a movie today.”

- Well, look, where am I?

- Yes, the cousin's sister came to them, occupied the room. We want to see, nowhere else. - eyes like a cat from Shrek.

- Kindergarten, honestly. - I sighed. - I kind of told you my opinion about him, until he persuaded me. He lives with his parents, the girl has nowhere to bring ... Well, I’m today, most likely at work until late, I think you have hours to 10

- Thank. - Zhenka gratefully smacked me on the cheek. - You paw.

After lunch, I sat down at the tables again; my debit and credit did not want to converge. Closer to six looked Irka, a skater girl from office work:

- Sergey, the second book is not closed, your sheets remain. How many do you have? Twelve? Okay, we will go further on the numbering, I will book 12 pages for you. But without tricks, got it? As you like - squeeze in the allotted volume.

- OK.

I watched her swaying ass, covered in a half-revealing mini. Eh, I would like you somehow ... Well, okay, back to the numbers.

At six, the people reached out, looked at Zhenya, nodded my head and said good-bye to me and ran to the meeting with Vitalik, only the staff responsible for the layout of the report remained, and after eight they left, too, silence finally settled in the department.

The numbers finally began to surrender, logically aligning horizontally and vertically. Having finished the last penny, I threw the tables on the print, checked that everything printed out as it should be, in the office work room I put my work in the open book, numbered, put the book in a huge coffer, where a dozen of similar books were already lying.

Uff, I did it. Leaning back in the chair, I allowed myself to smoke. Indoors, of course, impossible, but who will make a remark to me now? I rarely smoked, rather dabbled in, because tobacco smoke with nicotine quickly gave me a headache. So, a cup of coffee, air the room, check whether everything is off - a kettle, an air conditioner, a printer ... So, it's half past ten.

Control message in the app: "I'm home." Buy something? ”-“ Buy brandy and lemon. ”

Oh how. In fact, Zhenya is not a fan of alcohol, it is surprising to get this from her. Well, okay, the main thing is that I will not disturb anyone. We have long developed a habit of warning each other about the appearance of the house. The guy and the girl, we took care of each other’s private space, such a simple precaution made it possible not to be afraid of getting into an awkward situation.

In the supermarket, besides brandy and lemon, I threw a pack of ravioli and bread into the basket just in case, Zhenka was hardly engaged in cooking at home, hehe.

When I went home, I walked around the apartment, sort of like a relative order, even strange, although I didn’t look at the room in Zhenkin. The bathroom was noisy with water. He undressed, went to the kitchen, put the pot on the gas. While the water was boiling, he opened the bottle and generously poured half a glass to himself. A tasty, fragrant liquid sharply drew a hot trace in the esophagus and a couple of seconds later it exploded in the stomach with a fireball. Gooooo.

I managed to cook and put myself dumplings in a plate, when Zhenya finally got out of the bathroom. Without turning around, I suggested to her:

- I just boiled it on myself, if you want to - throw it to yourself, the broth is still hot.

- I do not want to eat.

Something in her voice made me turn. In a bathrobe, hot, pink after a bath, red eyes, full of tears, a swollen nose.

- Yeah, you have a video. What happened? - I asked for pro forma. I already knew the answer, or rather, I guessed.

- We're set up! - Zhenka burst into tears.

- Quit? - I clarified.

- Yaya-I him. - she hiccupped.

- Ooh, and what a roar then?

Zhenka poured herself about as much brandy as I, and drank in one gulp.

- He, uk, said that my chest is small.

- So what? That is, I want to say that he pussy, you have normal boobs, but even so, then so what?

- Yes, he just got it, everything is not right for him. I don't have boobs, he likes his nose when he is small, neat, I like a fool, I suffer with fucking heels for a month, and he ... - the alcohol quickly acted on Zhenka, the hysterics quickly disappeared, the speech became smooth, slightly incoherent, but without hiccups and without endless sobs.

And then I thought what kind of beautiful Zhenya turned out to be, big brown eyes, a smooth nose — rather big, but not big — the very thing, slightly swollen lips, a chin with a very cute dimple, one and a half breasts ...

- Why am I so unlucky, eh, Serezh? I'm ugly, right? Who can not find ...