Kira decided not to return to the office. It is better to go home right away. They sit quietly on the balcony, with coffee and cigarettes. And wash, wash the smell of someone else's men. She changed. She did it anyway. And there is no remorse. Okay, more on that later.

Kira reached into her bag, and she came across a piece of paper, Fedin's business card.

Kira shrugged and dialed the number.

“Fedya slyushaet, yes, speak please.”

“Farhad, this is Kira, well, you drove me to the Trade Union today, remember?”

Fedya recognized her immediately, it turned out that Fedya himself could not drive up now, but Roma was right there.

Roma appeared in just five minutes.

The red shah, lumbering with oriental tunes, because, as this legend of the Soviet automobile industry, has survived to our days, this is a mystery, there is great. But such rarities still run around, through the streets of Moscow and other cities and villages, immense. From this antiquity, a young Tajik jumped out, and flashed a white-toothed smile and piercing blue eyes, gallantly opened the door with a suspicious creak. Kira cautiously climbed into the front seat. Roma neatly, (no, well, surely something is wrong with the door), shut the door, (we ought to keep away from it, from sin).

Inside, it was cozy, by the standards of the East, of course, a colorful fringe, some kind of rugs, brushes, quotations from the Koran, bells. Typical Afghan "barbuhayka", and only. And sweet aroma of incense, and mournful melodies zurny. The unique atmosphere. Another hookah, with something like that, a cup of coffee, and belly dancing. And wait for the arrival ... Cops, they have a nose for something like a spaniel.

Roma was Rustam. He spoke Russian much better than his brother. Dull tunes changed songs than reminding the unforgettable masterpieces of Bollywood. Antique rydvan, to the surprise of Kira, did not crumble along the road, a pile of rumbling parts. And I quite reached the destination. Rustam again jumped out and politely opened the creaking door.

At home, Kira asked her daughter how things were at school, and received a person on duty, “Don't worry, ma. It's okay “Went to the balcony. She had something to think about. The thinking process, supported by a huge cup of coffee, and a pack of cigarettes.

Sit back on the couch, Cyrus lost in thought.

So let's start with the moral aspect. She changed, but the circumstances are such that she does not feel guilty for herself. Formally, she is not guilty. But, to be honest, but of course you can lie to yourself, of course, but there is absolutely no point in this, to be honest, there was treason. If nothing had happened, she would still change, in a month, half a year, a year, it does not matter. With someone, with Ilya is unlikely, too much between them screwed up - screwed up. With Faceless, almost certainly, he took the initiative. But most likely with Dima, sorry for the guy, is suffering, he climbs out of his way. Oh, by the way, now that's what, you have to regret the guy. Or someone else, well, with Stolz for example. Stop, and Rudolf Genrikhovich is where her head came from. And just in this perspective, as a possible lover. Stolz. Or Rodka. Both are clearly paying attention to her. Moreover, as a woman. But Ruslanchik in the span. Or maybe someone of them to be Faceless? Easily. And who was her lover today?

She presented Ruslana at this place. Hardly. Stolz, this can, a man smart, strong, such are capable of much. Suspect number of times.

Rodka, an old friend, but ... He was always on his mind. It can not be excluded. About them, he knows more than anyone. So number two.

Leshenka himself. And what, he, too, is not a fool, a goat, but clever. He is in his legal frauds, such combinations are twisting, that this will seem a trifle. Although it is unlikely of course, but you can not discount the native.

Although today with her, it was definitely not him.

Well, Ilya. The most difficult and painful option.You can certainly check, sleep with him. In bed, she finds out who she was with today.

At the same time and gestalt will close.

Only now, then what to do. Oh, no matter how she covered her again.

But you can check the rest. What really, lose it. By the way, maybe someone else will come up

She had clear instructions for tomorrow, and she would have to follow them.

When Alexey returned, his wife met him. The husband habitually kissed his wife on the cheek and went to the kitchen. Kira felt an unpleasant sensation from the touch of her husband's lips. As if soiled. After all, with these lips he has Svetka ... Brr ... And Svetka Kira hated with all her soul, she wanted to kill a reptile.

Kira threw the meatballs with vegetables in the microwave, and sat down opposite her husband, propping her cheek with her fist.

" How are things at work. It's okay I was not late to Barin? ”Kira looked at her husband, I wonder, how would he react to the fact that today another man was fucking her. He would not mind to kiss her lips, after someone else's dick?

The microwave stumbled, and Kira spread out the preheated dinner on plates, shouted.

“Dashun, dinner, go. “Placing the plate in front of her husband, she bent down and dug his lips into a short kiss. Pulling away, looked Leshka in the eye. Feelings of disgust, was not. She restored parity. Even the excitement felt. In this, that was, kissing her husband's lips, after someone else's dick. Something vicious, and therefore so attractive, because the forbidden fruit lures and offers to taste yet unexplored pleasure. Oh, that sweet charm of vice. It’s like a drug, having tried it once, it’s difficult, so what’s there, it’s almost impossible to deny yourself the desire to repeat, then again and again, and something new ... Do not stop, although the final is known in advance.

It will be necessary to play with these feelings, Cyrus decided. After all, tomorrow she will once again change what comes up Faceless this time? She hopes that he has enough brains, not to bend the stick. After all, fantasy fantasy, but real life makes its own adjustments. This is a fairy tale, she strolls naked on a construction site, arranges a show, guest workers jerking off at her, and in real life the show ends without starting, it will simply be laid out on a pile of shit and will fuck around for a long time and stupidly. What are orgasms? Splinters in the ass, pain in the crotch worn out to the blood, legs stiffened to a complete lack of feeling, broken knees, hellish pain in the ass torn to the British flag, vile saliva dripping from a dented smelly mouth to the face, blood-stained lips, a torn chest, bruises, abrasions, and dirt, dirt everywhere. If you are lucky, the dashing guys will not flood it into concrete, but simply throw the tortured body into the trash. And the contagion, after such an adventure, you will have to be treated for half a year for half a year, if you are lucky, and hepatitis with HIV will slip past. Contraceptives, this public is not honored.

But oddly enough, for some reason she was sure that the faceless was quite sane. Judging by the first time, he is more a player than a maniac, but further will show.

In the evening, after getting late in the kitchen, Kira found her husband peacefully snuffling against the wall. So even better. Leaning over him Cyrus barely touching his cheek with his lips, kissed him. Fool, clever and fool, but still your own, dear. She still loves him. For the sake of saving the family, she will do anything, but if at the same time she also gets pleasure, so who is to blame for that. She settled under the blanket and closed her eyes.

She dreamed of a hotel room and the stars circled around again, and the figure began its dance again, but this time the figure had a face.

Among the whirling stars danced Kira.

The next day, Kira arrived at work on Fedya. Kira could not wait for the lunch break. All morning she caught Stolz’s thoughtful eyes and admiring Dima. She felt sorry for the boy, and she approached him with some trifle, the guy was sitting at the computer and Kira, instead of just pointing him to the desired position on the long list, put her hand on his hand to control the mouse. Dima started at her touch, and in disbelief of his happiness, he looked into her eyes. Cyrus smiled, and slightly shook his hand. She leaned closer and pressed her breast against his ...