One great girl, or rather a girl, even a woman, because Irka has been married for a long time, gave birth to a child who now slaps under the table, she constantly shows her tongue to me. She is married to my boss, Leshka, he is a great guy, accidentally crossed with him. I had problems with work, I just quit right away and picked up a newspaper with ads. In general, it so happened that I got a job at an advertising agency, in advertising I didn’t boom - boom, they took me as an administrator. No, I did not sell advertising, there are agents for that. I had to keep in touch with the TV tower engineers, newspaper editors, Moscow and other structures, so that our business would flourish. And in other matters, he flourished.

Irka is cheerful, always laughs and talks and all the time she carries a book in her purse, as soon as she gets enough time and starts reading her novels.

- About what? - I ask her when I go to the boss in the office, she often comes to his work, as she says at home, boring, to look at people.

“Historical and about love, you are not interested,” she answered and made faces to me.

- Why not interesting?

It isn’t true why guys are not interested in love books, probably because everything is fiction, well, you never know what you can write there, the girls sigh.

“There is an amurrr ...” - she says, stretching the last letter, “in general, love, smacking, smacking and oh,” says Irka, rolling her eyes to the sky.

“And carrots,” I add.

“What carrot?” - asks me in surprise.

“Well, love carrots,” I explain to her.

“A fool,” she often called me that, but I was not offended, because I know that she was joking, “you guys are all carrots, and we have Amurrr ...”

Irka often, when she gets angry with her husband in the office after she came to me and complained that Leshka did not pay attention to her, such business and always speak on the phone or stare at her computer, boredom. But I am not bored, I have plenty of free time, I’ll build everyone up in the morning, if I have to shout, well, this is for business, and after that I don’t even know what to do. Previously, at school, skipped, but it's a job, you can not skip, except that snitch. So we sat with Irka for hours and just chatted, but it was nice to talk to her, always found the topic.

Summer is a problem time for someone, but not for us. For several years in a row, the volume of advertising for the summer has decreased by 20–30%, normally, we tried to conclude contracts in the spring before August, so there was nothing to do in the summer. There was a fire group, so to speak, if somewhere you need to amend the advertising regulations or something urgent, so they did it, and almost the entire office went on vacation.

Our team is young, so it turned out that this direction was new, the elderly or at the age could not understand the topic of what to do here. We only had three people aged, it was the supply manager, and how could it be without a supply manager, the head of the department for outdoor advertising and the accountant, all the rest are young.

It so happened that computer scientists and operators are guys, an engineer and broadcast operators, all the other girls, in general, raspberries. In the early summer, before we went on vacation, we had a small party in the office. That's right, the parties bring together, where you can relax and just come off, dance and drink champagne.

Over the past year, the company’s staff has grown considerably, and now we have occupied two whole floors of the building, and we’re still planning to repair it there.

Irka, she is a beautiful girl, I can not call her a woman, somehow wrong, at least a girl, but not a woman. Of course, beauty is different for everyone, someone has a nose or eyes, someone has a figure and volume of hips and chest. But she had everything, and the first, and second, and third, she is just a pretty girl and a cheerful girl.

The party was a success, I myself have not had so much fun for a long time, I was a little tired and was glad that I could break out of these walls, but at the same time it was also sad that I would do it alone.

- Do you miss? - Irka approached and winked.

“No, no,” I somehow tried to justify myself, and I was just staring at her.

Irka was dressed in some kind of school dress, that is, not a school one, but it looked like a school one. The white collar, the same white cuffs and the fringe at the bottom of the dress, and the fabric was dark blue in fine white polka. Dress length as a school apron, well above the knees. Willingly or not, but the eyes went down to look at her pink, not yet tanned legs.

“Don't stare,” she made the remark.

- And what is noticeable? - I said a little confused, and the truth was not deftly staring.

“How else,” she answered, and with a wink, squeezed my hand.

What was it? I immediately thought, but she had already gone off to dance and have fun. I was a little crazy, still could not forget her hand, then her fingers squeezed mine. Here is a stupid situation. Well, no, to immediately forget and have fun, but I could not. Mowing in her direction, if met with looks, she winked at me and continued to dance.

Lucky to someone, Leshka is a happy guy, he has such a beautiful wife. It is not right to envy, but in the soul it is darned, damn it is darned.

- What are you worth? She suddenly distracted me from my foolish thoughts.

“Uh ...” I began, “Irka, you are lovely,” I often said this to her when she came into my office, they usually giggled, sometimes she would shut up and look threateningly, they say, do not dismiss your tongue, but I could not - I love you - probably I said nothing, I drank a little and there was a romantic wind in my head.

- Yah? - she was not that surprised, but turning her back to me, suddenly over her shoulder, sent a kiss, this was fun for me and after a minute I joined the general company.

Office parties, arranged in the largest hall, where advertising agents worked. The tables were cleaned, the chairs and all the excess, and that's the place for dancing. Flew a couple of hours, one of the young mothers hurried home. Slightly thinned out, but the guys were merry and did not behave so concisely.

- Want some champagne? - Irka asked and looked into my face cheerfully, - she was tired, - she complained and, not waiting for my answer, grabbed her hand and led her to the table where the wine glasses stood. - This is mine, no, probably, this one or this one ... - she twisted one glass, then another.

I walked over and took it clean and careful not to spill it poured Abrau-Durso.

“Thank you,” she thanked me gently, “you're lovely,” smiled and sipped her glass. “Oh ...” she stretched out, closed her eyes, drank, and added without opening her eyes, “just ecstasy.”

Irka's face beamed. She was still breathing heavily and therefore eagerly drank her champagne.

“I have Louis Roerer,” he told her carefully.

- What is it? - opening her eyes and looking intently into my eyes, she asked.

- Champagne, well, French, sort of like, - to say, honestly, I didn’t even know whose it was, it was just that I had a box in my locker, this is for presents to special customers.

“Let's go,” she said, and drained her glass in one gulp.

“Come on,” she answered gaily, and we went to my office.

Executive offices were located on the floor above and already rising I found that the floor is closed from prying eyes. I had to run on watch, take the key. Irka stood all this time and was looking forward to when I come and open the door.

- Is there anyone here? - for some reason she asked in a whisper.

“We are not alone here,” she replied with pride.

- Quite quite? - Slightly clutching her head in the shoulders and looking into the darkening corridor, she asked.

“Nope,” I answered cheerfully, watching as she caws and looks around fearfully.

“Hm ... Well, let's go,” she said and walked cheerfully towards the office.

Irka walked, twisting her head from side to side, examined the paintings hanging on the walls and occasionally squinted in my direction, checking whether I was lagging behind.

He opened the office, got the champagne.

“It's warm,” I said.

- Well, - she replied, and looked ...