(This story was written at the request of the reader two times. The third version, composed of the first two, was expanded. It turned out essentially three echoing stories with different endings, stuffing. I present to you all three versions. director-original ", finally" reader-pink-short ")

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Still waters run deep. Vitya learned that the younger sister is not at all the one for which she claims to be completely accidental.

Katyusha, quiet and sweetheart, developed in a regular secondary school, met with boys, one, the second. Further kisses, the case did not go, he naively believed. She has always been secretive in this regard. I walked down the street, came to eleven, flushed, my eyes were burning.

Mom worried only one thing:

- Do you even take drugs there? - she peered with the investigator’s inquisitiveness into her daughter's intoxicated look.

“No,” she smirked.

- Show elbows.

Katya rolled up her sleeves.

“Now the pills are swallowed,” Vitya muttered sleepily, with his arms akimbo, standing against the wall.

“Teach more,” mom frowned. - Do not smoke? - asked Katya.

“No,” the youngster continued to smile.

- Breathe.

She exhaled.

- Why does he carry on smoking?

- In the elevator smoked.

“Oh, yes, exactly,” Mama rejoiced at the logical explanation. - Shurik from the ninth floor slandered. When he dies at last. All right, my children, I go to bed, you also do not sit long in front of the computer. And then my eyes get sick.

Mom shuffled in a nightie to the toilet, Vitya and Katya, grinning at each other, went into rooms.

He did not like the mysteriousness of his sister, too many questions left daily hangs on the street and still the devil knows where.

Still waters run deep. Understanding the true nature of Catherine Molotov, entertaining and unexpected, came, one might say, by chance during a joint sauna trip with friends.

Katya finished school without triples, was going to enter the State University for international relations.

What for? - the question remained open.

All around puffing over problems in mathematics, physics. She liked more fashion, drawing, creating dresses according to her own sketches, interior design, digital photos, decorating gifts. Such a discrepancy between the general aspirations of her classmates and her down-to-earth, one might say frivolous interests constantly depressed Katya. She was afraid to be left behind, not to have time neither there nor there. Her heart told her to do what she liked. The general excitement around mathematics and physics caused melancholy. She considered herself incapable of exact sciences. Yes, and humanitarian too. But to agree with this statement would be to accept defeat, to abandon the cherished dream - to enter the best university in the most prestigious department.

Kate matured early in the female plan. Breasts began to grow in the third grade, by the tenth she had fully formed into a girl with seductive forms. Elastic spheres, crowned by often excited nipples sticking out under the bra, actively shook physical education, attracting classmates' attention. Physical instructor himself, yesterday's graduate of the school, without hesitation, stared at Molotov, shaking her boobs. Mikhail Ivanovich, Micha, as his girls were kindly styled, smirked skeptically, each time offering the wards to run around the hall.

The richness of the bends nalilas and Katina Popa, passing into the waist with a delicate belly. Katya blossomed, became a cat, a short doll with the body of a small woman and the face of a teenage girl. She had freckles, whom she wildly embarrassed. Light pale scattering, dirty, under the eyes and on the cheeks, was constantly depressed by disagreement with the image of the ideal ideological beauty, immaculate, which, for example, was the best friend Masha Ostapenko.Here she was a model beauty, slim, elongated, talented fashionista from nature. Katya was more like a bear, shy, perky, touchy. Her lips missed kisses, her heart ached in anticipation. She fell in love instantly, flushed with passion, but remained impenetrable intentions, preferring to masturbate, afraid to be rejected. There were precedents that touched her for life, since then she swore to be the first to take the initiative.

Her long, even dark chestnut-colored hair fell on her back, quickly losing volume under a winter hat. Uneven parting in the center divided the curls, which Katya habitually tucked her ears when she was worried. This happened often, especially when she was called to the board or asked to read the task out loud. Then Kate was bending over her desk, because her vision had deteriorated lately. She did not want to wear glasses. At such moments of extreme confusion, she breathed unevenly, clutching her palms between her knees. Gentle lips, polished with a shiny gloss against weathering, imitating the color of the natural, she deduced abstruse words, casually darted her freckled nose.

Katya dreamed of escaping from parental care, starting to make money on her own, get married at last. She did not dream of a rich husband, she just wanted to plunge into passionate all-consuming love, for which her heart, like a flower, blossomed with each year of study in the most boring school.

Katya didn’t like pale blue eyes, nor freckles. In the myopic pupils, she saw the ubiquitous specks - the smallest flaws, frightening imperfections.

It is a matter of his brother's brown eyes. Vitya was more like a mother. The same black thick brows, brown hair cap, brown pupils, prominent cheeks.

Vitya studied as a programmer and already found some extra money in a small design office. This message was solemnly celebrated in the family with a bottle of champagne.

Everyone was happy, including Katya, who was even jealous. In this step her brother felt a breath of fresh air for herself too. Soon she will be able to find a job, possibly related to fashion. She will sew dresses! Make your collection and take part in the Mill Mod Festival. Her dress will appeal to Italian designers, Masha Ostapenko will run on the catwalk in the best outfit, will amaze the audience with natural beauty. In the end, Katya will be invited to Italy. She will get a chance to break free, get an order and draw sketches for a famous fashion house. She will become a famous fashion designer.

But first you need to go to university. She must learn a lot before she can move to Italy. Take at least a language. She and English aren’t as good as we would like. However, she would have learned Italian in six months! Italian is so beautiful language that she would teach him even at night, in a dream, without thinking about fashion. Just for my own sake. On the other hand, Italian courses are also worth the money, and my mother scraped at the tutor with a squeak. But Katya has an old Nokia. What to say about the courses. She dreams of a smartphone, buys fabric to sew a skirt. Everything needs money!

Kate finished doing an exercise in English, when there was an uncertain knock on the door. She immediately guessed that this is a brother. Only he was delicate, his parents always broke into without knocking. My mother especially liked to descend with the inspection of personal belongings.

- Yes, Vitya, - she broke into a smile.

- Can I come in? - asked brother, staying outside the door. Looks like he was smiling too.

- Come in, since you are not afraid, - Katya giggled.

The door opened, and on the threshold the elder brother froze, cheerful and mysterious, as always, when the prank started.

- Do you prepare for the exam? - He asked, coming to the table.

“Yes, I am doing an exercise,” she looked at the gaps in the sentences, which caused a lot of questions even to the tutor, not to mention to her.

- Do you need help? - Vitya bent over the textbook.

- Why did you suddenly decide ...