this misfortune is still quite successful, always invariably polite, intelligent, neat, he was an island of order and confidence in the swamp of secret passions of office life.

The daily office whirlwind began.

"Hello, Korochka, you do not print me the acts of acceptance?" Chocolate lay on the table,
This is Semyon Vladimirovich. A very kind middle-aged man. Slippery as an eel, he caused Kira some unpleasant feeling. From this type you could expect any dirty tricks, but they almost did not overlap with Kira. There were persistent rumors that he was spinning some of his affairs, but no one caught his hand.

“Kira, are you all right? And then, you look, some kind of anxious "Gray, attentive eyes looked at her. Kira smiled gratefully and nodded her head.

“It's all right, Rudolf Genrikhovich. Just not enough sleep. “Rudolf Genrikhovich Stolz, originally from the Volga Germans, is in his early forties. In the Third Reich could serve as a model of the true Aryan. The strong-willed face, steel eyes, blond hair, tall, athletic, Character resistant, Nordic, as they say. In addition, he is laconic, but at the same time a great story-teller, Kira was convinced of this more than once. General always listens to the opinion of Stolz., And Cyrus, too. She often caught his thoughtful look on herself, but she could not understand what was going on in the German's mind.

“Kir, will you go smoking?” No, then treat me with a cigarette, I ran out ”Ruslan, the main heartthrob of their team. Nice. stately brunette. Cynic and insolent. Sly, clever, unprincipled. Women like these, but Cyrus does not. Although in bed he is good. There are also rumors, there are many rumors in the office in general.

“Alla, Zai, I listen to the case. You do not remember, I did not leave the yellow folder on the table? ”This Leshka calls.

“No, Lesh. There wasn’t exactly, I would have noticed. ”

“Oh, thanks. So here stuck somewhere. And then I go to the master. Bye, I'll go look. ”

“Bye, Lesh, I'll go work to work. “Kira has disconnected.

Barin, Barinov Victor Stepanovich. The owner of an average holding hand. Where is her Leshka, a lawyer working. In the blessed memory of the nineties, Viktor Stepanovich wore a proud hunt Vitek Barin Vitkom no longer called him, you know you can not buy health, but Barin stuck tight. And the owner himself, for some reason it warms the heart. At one time, Barin had a prominent place in one of the largest Moscow organized criminal groups, and what is remarkable did not sit down and did not lay down, like most of his associates. It is rumored that the money of that very organization, in which he started his dizzying career, now a respectable businessman, is spinning in a Barinovsky holding. But, as usual, there is no evidence, but no one was actually looking for them, it is ungrateful, and very unsafe, Barin’s ability to solve problems in ANY way is well known in narrow circles.
Kira met Barin at a corporate party for those close to his master's body. Her Alexei, while just allowed into the inner circle.
Beautiful woman attracted the attention of the owner, whose lovingness was well known. Kira then had to make considerable efforts to cool down the aristocratic ardor. Faced with decisive resistance, the Barin, who had not been able to endure scumbags from his youth, retreated, finding it impossible for him to allow lawlessness in relation to his subordinate's wife, well, not by the notion of it. And after that incident, he treated Kira with respect, although he said that if she changed her mind, he would only be happy. A little later, she met Barin’s wife, Svetlana, Kira, and it was striking that with such a wife, Barin was walking right and left. Svetlana, at forty, looked younger than Kira, a well-groomed, intelligent, cunning woman scared a little and attracted her.The fact that Svetlana knows, or at least guesses about the incident, Kira did not hesitate. But Svetlana treated her with obvious sympathy., And women certainly did not become friends, the level was too different, but with infrequent meetings they didn’t mind talking.

Finally it was lunch time. Kira took a tablet in a leather case from the bottom drawer of the table, put it in her bag and headed outside.
Coming out of the building, she approached the crossing and suddenly heard

“Kira? Here is a meeting. What are you doing here? And I think you or not you ... "

“Ilya? And where are you from? I actually work here. ”

It was Ilya. Who was he to her? Hard to say, their relationship was strange. Seven years ago.
No, he was not her lover, but he could become one, and he probably would, they were drawn to each other and they could not overcome this attraction. Kira then almost went crazy. Leshka hardly noticed anything, or he pretended not to notice. They were colleagues. Kira quit her job one day, drowned the telephone in the sewage system, Leshke got a slip from three boxes.
Month almost from the house did not leave. And then, on the sly, everything got better, a new job appeared, new acquaintances. But sometimes, a light breeze conveys to her, the subtle bitterish scent of wormwood. From where

“Kir, I understand everything. But can we sit somewhere? "

“Ilya. Let's not. So much water has flowed. Do not. I still fear myself. ”

" Clear. You do not give me your phone. But please, still take my number. Suddenly you need any help. You never know what happens in life. Call any time.
Call me and I'll come right away. “He gave Kira a business card.
After a moment's hesitation, she took it and put it in her bag pocket.

They said goodbye and Kira went to the transition. Ilya stood for a long time with his hands in his jacket pockets and looked after her.

Turning around the corner of the building, Kira entered the cafe, where she was heading.
Entering the dim hall, she sat down at a table and ordered a light salad, you have to lose weight, and coffee, took out a tablet.

She went into her mail, about which no one except her knew. She bought this tablet specifically for this purpose. Stored the tablet only at work, never saved passwords and logins.

Yes, here it is, the letter she is waiting for. The sender was someone with the nickname Faceless.

Their communication began a couple of months ago.
At some of the women's forums dedicated to family issues, they met, and gradually correspondence began between them.
The conversation turned to fantasies, secret desires, she jokingly was called the Mysterious Stranger, absolutely stupid and trite, He accepted her game.
The fantasies became more and more frank, because there was no sense to be shy, he would never know her, like she did. Their virtual romance was gaining momentum. Kira even in her thoughts did not have to transfer this relationship to real. Yes, and he did not express such desires.
Faceless caught her desires, wove them with her and returned to her in the form of fantasies, in which she, the Mysterious Stranger indulged in all sorts of pleasures. Then she seduced men, and then allowed them to seduce themselves, or as a cheap whore served clients in roadside bushes, she wandered through the streets naked, and was given to strangers in unexpected places, and often strangers, was much more than one. She threw her body to the fun of a crowd of hungry males. Fantasies were different and often after reading Kira had to change her panties.

And finally, a new letter arrived.

“Greetings, Mysterious Stranger, today is a special day. Today there will be no fairy tales.
Open the app. "

Kira started, she suddenly remembered the feeling that had visited her on the balcony. And she opened the attached file.

“It's time for fantasies to gain flesh. KIRA, I AM NEXT, "

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