We drove through the skewed gate and moved along some street. It was so quiet. it seemed that everything was abandoned and no one there. Although the tracks were on the road. Some houses were cars. I looked in different directions. There were also beautiful new brick houses and generally old wooden peeling and generally booths from trucks. On one was written bread. I remembered that in the village to my grandmother came the same as I was little. And everyone wanted to buy fresh hot bread. And my grandmother bought me a bun, and I carried her home to eat goat milk or I could not bear it and ate on the go. It seemed to me that the car was filled with the aroma of fresh bread. Already the mouth was filled with saliva. I swallowed. I didn’t even think that I was so hungry. I imagined how I walked with my grandmother by the handle and carried this bun. My eyes focused on the glass, and I saw my reflection reflected in the moments and no longer followed the houses and the road. The car drove slowly, turned, and stopped under a canopy of grapevine.

- All arrived. - I heard the voice of Cyril, he lightly patted my leg, I already started, distracted from his thoughts and looked at him.

- Yes. Good. - I replied and sighed, looking through the windshield at a small beautiful house from a wooden bar.

- Something is wrong angel. Are you some kind of sad? - Cyril looked at me so carefully and continued to stroke his leg and knee.

- Just thought. All is well. - I answered and smiled at him.

- Then send the bouquet and take it with you, or else they will freeze in the car. Sorry for the beauty. - Cyril removed his hand and opened the door.

I smiled at him again. She unfastened the belt, opened the door and got out of the car. Here the wind seemed more than in the city. He did not pleasantly blew the body. I turned a little sideways, which was more convenient to carry a bouquet. I walked along a bit of loose snow. Began to inspect the house. From the outside, he looked very nice. Brown plastic windows with partitions, dark brown metal tile. The wind curled and tried to blow me under my jacket. We walked to the brown metal door. Cyril pulled out big keys and started fiddling with locks. It was heard as they click.

- It seems so. Everything. Now close your eyes. - He looked at me and squinted. - Go here.

- As I will go with my eyes closed, I will still fall. - I answered him and giggled.

Cyril put the keys in his jacket pocket. He closed my eyes with his big hand. I already started slightly. His thumbs were so cold. We took a few steps so slowly. He opened the door. We went inside. Clearly smelled of food. Played calm music. I heard the heavy door close. The wind seemed to be turned off. I opened my eyes, but saw nothing. Light lightly made its way along the edges. We went a little further into the room.

- Surprise! - He cried softly and removed his hand.

On the first floor there was one big room. There was a laid table with two candles. A large pizza box lay on it, there were some salads, cold cuts. A bottle of red wine. Two plates, glasses and appliances. I already smiled. I did not expect this from Cyril. I began to look at the house. In the corner there was a beautiful fireplace of red and black bricks, in some opening lay logs of wood, a sofa, two armchairs, a TV on the wall. A small kitchen area - electric stove, brown fridge, microwave near the wall, sink, small door. Part of the room was with tiles, part with laminate. It looked nice and cozy. My mouth again filled with saliva. I haven't eaten anything since morning. Cyril let me go and began to undress.

- What do you think? - He asked me and pointed to the room. “No one will bother us here.”We can walk through the forest, go to the river. Now we will melt the fireplace and make shashliks. Meat in the fridge. I wanted to melt even as I was driving you, but I was afraid that I would burn the house. He is wooden.

- I am very pleased thank you. I did not expect this from you. - I was somehow embarrassed even looked at the satisfied Cyril. - Let's eat a little immediately. I haven't eaten anything since morning. And pizza smells so much that I will only think about it.

- Good. Today everything is for you angel. You take off your clothes. I'm in the bathroom now take a bucket on the bouquet. I do not know if there is a vase or not. - He offered me and went to the bathroom.

- Come and bucket. Thank you for everything. - I thanked Cyril, kissed him on the cheek and unbuttoned his jacket.

She put the bouquet in a bucket with water, once again admired a beautiful bouquet. I hung my clothes in a small closet at the entrance. She took off her boots and walked in socks on the tile. She seemed to me cool until she moved to another part of the room. I sat down at a table, maybe something needs help. Although everything was already on the table. Cyril opened the box. It smelled even more. I could not wait to eat. I swallowed saliva again. I started trying to pull out one piece and put it on my plate.

- Wait. Let me open the wine now - Cyril stopped me, took the bottle and went somewhere to the lockers. - Let's drink for the holiday and that you have one.

- Good. - I agreed and frowned a little, looked at how Cyril rummaged in search of a corkscrew.

- Minute I quickly. There was somewhere here. He muttered to himself and turned the cabinets over.

I put a little salad with beans and onions in my plate. Threw a look at the guy. He did not look at me. I quickly pulled a piece of sausage off the plate, put it in my mouth and began to chew. I remembered how guests came to us in childhood, and my parents laid the table, I always wanted to steal something delicious. I quickly chewed a piece of smoked sausage. It helped a little, I still wanted to eat, maybe a little saliva became less. I already began to look at an appetizing piece of meat.

- Hooray! Found. - I heard Cyril cry. - Now open. And then you waited for me.

- Yes, do not rush. I'll wait. - I answered him, although I thought that tormenting a hungry girl was not very good, everything smells the same.

“You are my best angel.” - there was a characteristic cotton opening bottle. - Come on. Little by little for you and a holiday.

The guy poured half a cup of wine. It shimmered beautifully with shades of red. I sat with my back to the window and saw in the wine the reflection of light shimmering in the drink. Cyril said a couple of warm words, we raised our glasses, clinked glasses. I thanked him and took a few sips. The pleasant taste of red wine was felt in the mouth. Finally, she slid a piece of baked meat in her mouth, which was looked at a couple of minutes ago. Cyril threw himself a plate so decently salad. He took a slice of pizza in his hand and began to eat. I already smiled watching him absorb food. I thought it was I who got hungry, but here he was eating so fast, he was already cracking behind his ears. I just smiled and began to eat myself.

Salad refused a little spicy, but I love it. She took a bite of everything pizza. We exchanged rare phrases. We tried to just eat and look at each other.

- from i'm an idiot. - Kirill came to his senses and jumped up as if they had put a button on a chair. - And the candles.

- Yes, everything is fine. Eat and so beautiful. - Trying to chew pizza I calmed him.

- Yah. Everything must be beautiful. I will fix it now.

Cyril, stinging everything on the run ran to look for matches. I already smiled as he searched for them on the tables and even tapped his forehead with his hand and mumbled something under his breath. I took another slice of pizza. He began to light a match, but it almost went out immediately. He lit the second one, began to try to light a candle. A small light flickered on a silver candle. The match burned his fingers, and he quickly shook it in the air. Started trying to light another match, but it broke. I just smiled. He was a little nervous and the movements were not sure.

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