On the big screen, while she was so dreaming, a riot of the upcoming blockbusters flared up.

Two-meter-high Max Grib, who came to the birthday of a friend, was as tall as his father. He worked for some time as a Trudovik in the school where Katya studied. Then the ambitious Senior Mushroom went to look for happiness in business, a smaller fungus came from his place. The new Trudovik, in a rush of shackled rage at the head teacher or the headmistress, or perhaps confusion in his personal life, already after two months of working with teenagers cut off his finger with a circular right in the class. But the Mushroom Junior did not find this tragedy of a local scale. The Economic Institute promised big money to anyone who cooks a little in finance. All in dad, Max and frowned, and spoke just as important, with the arrangement of confiding frank thoughts to the interlocutor.

His best pal Andrei Kondratyev, the easiest and funniest of the whole company, was famous for having a careless temper. Fatherless, he has been collecting football teams since childhood. He practiced boxing for a couple of years until the coach put him outside for absenteeism and drunkenness.

After the eighth grade, Kondratiev went to vocational school. Work on the service station promised a lot of interesting and promising dating. He had already labored auxiliary workers at a construction site, in the evenings he helped repair cars in garages, not for that, of course. Not far off the opening and own service center.

Appearance and neatness worried Kondratieff least. Dark hair was knocked to shreds on the forehead, leaving large bald areas on the sides. Shreds always lay sluggish, uneven rags, hoisted in the horns on the back of his head.

Kondratiev liked to drink, he knew by the names of all the yard slut, had the primary capital to bring them into the light.

After the cinema went to the bar. Katya, flushed with comedy, laughed endlessly. Nechaev entered into a rage, he was not so stupid joking, even though it is not clear in some places. In principle, he seemed like an interesting young man, considering part-time work in the security service.

“At least an interesting conversationalist,” Katya corrected herself.

Nechaev did not at all arouse her interest of another order, the realization of which constantly prompted her with a loving eye.

“How would you politely remove him?” Katya giggled, turning away. She met with the intoxicated gaze of her brother, who successfully spud Lena. She already clung to him and, not embarrassed in obscene expressions, told about the goats on the road.

“Martini for the ladies,” Max broke into a smile from the ears, holding out a wide glass.

- Cocktail, Molotov! - joked brother. Everybody screamed before a pig squeal.

When calmed down, Andrew solemnly said, grinning:

- For the thick!

He was already intoxicated with the first shot of an expensive Scotch whiskey, his brilliant gray eyes, sharply watery, kept hanging out on Katina's boobs and pope.

- For the thick! - Max shouted with Vitya.

- For the thick! - Lena poddaknula, grinning.

- Grow big! - Kate laughed, raising a glass.

- Thanks guys, thanks! - Dyon made a disgruntled mine, causing a general laugh. - I still remember this!

Katya, at the request of Andrew, kissed Denis on the cheek and completely drained the glass. Her head swam right away. It was a sweet drink, very tasty, but also cunning in the essence of things. The cheerful spirit that prevailed at the table was absorbed by new bright impressions. Jokes, including vulgar ones, fell one after another. Kate laughed the loudest.

“Over the years, women, like wine, are getting better,” Denis winked at her. He was almost breathing in her face, hinting at the duration of the acquaintance.

- This is if the bottle is not uncorked! - Vitya responded from the other end of the table.

Under the friendly laughter Kate burst into paint.She herself laughed to tears, but still it was embarrassing. Only Vitya knew about her adventures. Surely he spat out to all friends behind her back!

- And let's go to the sauna! - suggested Nechaev, shouting over the general laughter.

- Right, great idea! - Max fired up, hugging the chum by the shoulder.

“I don’t have a swimsuit,” Katya squeaked.

“I don’t need to be there,” Vitya replied. - You will wrap in a towel like everyone else, and you will sit on the bench.

“So there are no towels,” Katya objected.

- They will give out, - Lena grinned, finding the idea of ​​a joint trip to the sauna acceptable.

Katya silently swallowed general agreement, deciding to slip away at the last moment. Referring to feeling unwell or leaving without saying goodbye — she chose the best of two evils. Actually, her condition was in no way conducive to going to the bath. Dizziness was finally established as a given, everything swam before my eyes. She fell to go to the toilet to slip away to the wardrobe under the general hype. But there they were already waiting for her. Poured new jokes about what she coward.

“A little gray rabbit, galloping under a Christmas tree,” the thin Andrei sang a song, grinning at her pleased beaver. - In winter and summer slim, beautiful was!

She laughed, hit him with her fist, but this Koshchei only required such a reaction from her. He grabbed her around the waist and swirled under the fiery music that flowed from the bar. Katya, who loves to dance, began to spin in the hands of an experienced, apparently partner. He put it on his knee, twisted it like this and that. She lit a small room between the main entrance and the bar with a hot Latin dance. Under the universal hooting and clapping her hands, they threw a jacket over her, brought her hands out of the bar. Even the stitching legs, and the obvious, albeit comic, resistance did not help her avoid boarding a taxi, where the guys who borrowed a bottle and glasses from the bar continued to pour into the young ladies, as they were now called Lenina and sweet, caressing martini.

Katya has never been in a bath, neither public nor private, that is, a sauna. Especially the situation in a confined space among unfamiliar guys, even if they were wrapped in a towel, aroused her with frankness of exposure.

“What if they want to undress before the goal?” - she was worn out in advance, foreseeing an obvious development. - I will sit there alone, like a fool, look at their personal belongings. Funny! "

Such a delicate situation seemed to her quite funny. And the movie ended, the drunken bar subsided a bit. She was brought to a sleeping area, where, having walked three hundred meters to the garages, they got into such a wilderness that they never dreamed of. Katya looked around with curiosity. If she hadn’t been led by her hands, she would have run away for a long time, but the guys ’constant reservations about how cool things are, how well done she is, even though she’s a little panties, how they will warm up old bones, calm her cocked nerves. In addition, a brother constantly loomed nearby who would not give offense.

They finally came to a nondescript iron door leading to an underground bunker.

“The quiet pool”, - Katya read the title above the entrance. They began to descend the stairs. Max was walking in front of him, he firmly held Katya by the hand. The second hand, she grabbed the rail. A deep hole led to a dungeon where it was suddenly cut off. The shabby concrete walls are over, before them opened the rich interior of the sauna for VIP-persons.

- Wow! - Katya sighed, looking at the leather sofas, armchairs, desk-bureau and a wardrobe made of solid wood. Copper ornaments and hunting trophies hung on the walls. A bunch of letters in frames, certificates showed that everything here was done wisely and without taking into account financial problems. But taking into account the special wishes of people respected in the city who clearly did not want to advertise their incomes.

The only attendant welcomed the group with the intelligence of squirrels scurrying through the woods in search of nuts.

“I’ll go away for a while, you call me if anything happens,” he reported in a low voice ... Read more →