I have to write down this story in order not to forget all the severity of the experiences. In my mind, what happened will be forgotten, but forever imprinted in the text. My name is Sasha, I am 23 years old, I study as a designer. My boyfriend is Sergey, he is 24, he works as a programmer. We have been together for 5 years.

Before Sergey, still in school, I met with Anton, and all relationships consisted of insults and hysteria. Nevertheless, I remembered this relationship forever: Anton was the person with whom I first knew the joys of sex.

Everything was different with Sergey. Sometimes I regret that my first time did not happen to him.

Our relationship has always, from the very beginning, been explained in one word - mutual understanding. We never hid skeletons in the closet from each other, all our friends became common, we never gossiped about each other. In general, everything was always smooth and good. Time has not spoiled it. The only thing I lacked was a bit of unpredictability and novelty, but we often diluted our leisure time with alcohol and walks around the bars.

Sergey was always lucky with his job, he never appreciated it highly, and allowed himself to change jobs every year, while getting a high salary each time. As he said himself - he does not like monotony. As soon as the work became routine, he changed it. So it was until he got a job in a large telecommunications company through an acquaintance, where you could work 2 days a week and get more than he received for a full time job. Sergey talked about this job this way - if I ever get fired, I can hardly work somewhere else. Here I do too little and get too much.

I didn’t work much in my life - a year of students worked as a barista in the AltKofe coffee shop, I was quickly tired of this work and for the last year and a half I’ve been busy only with the university. I studied at a web designer, but did not build illusions about this. The prospect that I would have to go to work sometime was not rosy, I understood that any work sooner or later turns into a routine. Two months ago, I received a diploma, and not knowing what to do next, I began sending out my resumes to companies that were looking for designers. Dozens of resumes that I sent in the first week went into the void. I have not received a single response in a week or two. Having spent two weeks at home, I realized that it was impossible to delay, and I decided to get a temporary job - the money would not be superfluous, and it would take a long time to wait for work in my specialty.

I sent my CV to restaurants, cafes, hotels. I was looking for something that can be easily started, and quickly finished when I was invited to work as a designer.

Having sent a dozen resumes, I looked at vacancies further, when suddenly a phone call came from an unknown number. I did not expect such a quick response, but I cleared my throat and picked up the phone.

A young male voice explained to me that my resume was great for working as a waitress in the guest house. My duties will include meeting guests, table setting and room cleaning. The work schedule is mixed, most often 4-6 hours a day, mostly in the evenings. We discussed the details, salary, immediately agreed to meet on the same day on the spot. A voice in the phone warned me that it was better to dress festively, because most often holidays are celebrated in the guest house, and it would be good to keep up with the general mood. I put on my black dress and after an hour was in place. I had to take a taxi, because transport to this place does not go, and to walk from the nearest bus stop in a festive dress seemed to me not a good idea.

While I was driving in a taxi, I wrote a message to Sergey, where I described the details to him. She said that today I will most likely be late and that he should not worry.In any case, today he planned to go to the corporate at his work, but due to dental problems and a visit to the dentist, he would stay at home.

The guest house was located on the outskirts of the city, this place is still considered a city, but in fact it is not - it is a wooded area diluted with rare cottages, baths and ponds.

When we arrived at the place, I saw a person with whom I was on the phone at the entrance to the guest house. He noticed a taxi and went out to meet me.

"Alexandra? Very nice, Alexey ”- a young man with an expressive smile came up to me and shook my hand. he appeared to be about 25-30, short blond hair, bright eyes, and an athletic physique. We smiled at each other, and Alexey led me inside.

While we were walking, I was amazed at the size of this guesthouse - huge, wooden, three floors with a large attached bath and a garage for three cars. Near the house was a small pond, a bridge and a garden. Rather, he looked like a wooden mansion of some kind of regional politician.

We went inside and found ourselves in a gigantic hallway, where deer heads hung on wooden log walls, and on the floor lay a carpet of the skin of a polar bear.

Alexey offered to take off his shoes, referring to the fact that while the guests did not arrive, you need to keep crystal clear.

It was a chilly autumn outside, and I was glad to take off my shoes and warm my feet on this carpet.

Alex showed me the kitchen, toilet, 7 bedrooms, bath and indoor pool. Without going into details, I should get to work today - the waitress was urgently sought because the previous girl with the scandal refused to go to work. I agreed and wrote down instructions for my duties, and waited for the guests. Alexey warned that the guests who will be here today often come here, and they have special privileges in this place. So, in a sense, they can behave like masters, they should not be prohibited. Alexey said goodbye, wished me good luck and left.

The next hour, I wandered through the empty rooms and was surprised at how cozy the huge houses are. An hour later, I saw three white SUVs approaching the house, making their way through the damp and mud like the cars of the Paris-Dakar rally. Finally, the cars stopped and people began to leave. Three young guys came out of one car, they were about 25 in appearance, two older guys — about 35 — came out of the other, and two men with a small gray hair and one rather large gray-haired man, similar to a stereotypical colonel, came out of the third car.

I opened the door and greeted each one of them. They smiled at me, and two young guys even sent compliments. The visitors acted like at home - some of them took off their shoes, others - immediately went to the bathroom in their shoes, it seemed that they orient themselves in the house much better than I didn’t consider themselves guests.

While I was putting the shoes of those who took it to me, that same “Colonel” approached me and introduced himself - “Vladimir” - stretched out his hand. I extended my hand in response and offered the “Colonel” a tour of the house, to which he stopped me, touching my shoulder and very tactfully and politely said that they knew this house well, and he would appreciate it if I set the table. Meanwhile, the men unloaded the trunk of their cars, and carried food and bottles to the kitchen.

I went to the kitchen and began to disassemble the boxes. Most of the food was ready — sushi, ready-made served lobsters, portions of carbonara paste — all that remained was to put it on the plates. The guy who brought the last box to the kitchen asked me to put the bottles of vodka and wine in the fridge, and finally took out from the kitchen one of the boxes of alcohol that I had brought here before.

I gave the guests free rein, closed the door to the kitchen and set about serving. It was not difficult, but due to the amount of food I finished with this only an hour later. It is time to carry portions to the table, I put the plates on the trays, straightened the dress and opened the kitchen door.I immediately heard music that came from another part of the house and loud laughter. At dusk, with two trays in my hands, I headed for the sound source. Passing through the dark corridor ...