In the morning, of course, I slept. Night reflections do not contribute to an early rise. Therefore, she was going to be in a hurry: yesterday's jeans, an alcoholic T-shirt and a sloppy bunch on her head. For breakfast served porridge with a sandwich. I lazily absorbed the sausage when a noisy company at the opposite end of the room caught my attention. Among them was Olga. According to her laughter, spread throughout the dining room, it was impossible to assume that yesterday she was tough in the former in the anus. As always, perfect: a red sundress looked more like a cocktail dress, lipstick in tone could seem vulgar to anyone, but not to her. And in appearance you cannot say that the soul is disturbed by any experiences. Typical behavior typical fify. I looked at myself with the help of a mobile front-facing camera and sighed in my mind: the comparison would obviously not be in my favor.

- Hi, Pauline, - while I looked at myself, Olga came to my table. I blushed slightly, remembering a potential fist in her vagina. It's good that reading thoughts to people is not yet available - We decided yesterday that you need to record your thoughts and feelings on camera. So at any time you can go to the boys - it lies on the nightstand ... this, like his ... Cyril. And another thing: if it seems to you that you can not bear it, remember the stop word - “red”. And we will interrupt the experiment. But is this at the very least an agreement?

- About "Kay."

- You look, by the way, not so much - she returned to her table, and did not sit down, but I wondered: she specifically said that to hurt me, or really thinks so? Girls like Olga rarely think that words can hurt a person. They don’t care about other people's feelings: the whole world is spinning at their feet.

The day passed at a frantic pace: first we were put together to show a film about cruelty and violence, most of which I was dozing. Then a meeting with a representative of a foundation, where they briefly talked about helping people affected by domestic violence. Questions from several students followed. I got the impression that they are collecting information for their project.

After lunch, an interactive game "Conflicts and exit strategies" was held. Since we worked as a team, it became almost impossible to ignore the unfriendly attitude towards me: my sentences were ridiculed, the words “stupid, brainless” and unprintable expressions flew towards me almost every minute, and to top it off one of the guys (I would not like to think about girls) put me on the bandwagon when I went to the center. I could not keep my feet and hit hard, messing with a snow-white T-shirt.

- Careful - Olga gave me a hand, helping to get up.

I ran to change clothes. A shock awaited me in the room: someone was rummaging through my things. Lipstick on the bedclothes (I repent, I didn’t fill it up) the inscription “lokushka”, tampons are poured with pink shower gel (the menstruation is about to begin, what are they thinking about?).

Tears flowed on the dirty T-shirt, mental repetition of the mantra "it's just a game" helped weakly. I went to the room for a video camera, the need to share with someone my resentment overwhelmed me.

Carefully filmed the pogrom, commenting on the mental abilities of their offenders. Then she directed the camera towards herself: in a dirty t-shirt and a face swollen with sobs, I carefully selected words, trying to clothe my emotions in a verbal wrapper. Sorry sight.

Having calmed down a bit, I put my things in order and went into the shower. I didn't want to be seen with red eyes. Ice streams relieved the stress of today, along with the dirty water went away the desire to stop the experiment. I remembered the common goal - the first place.And, of course, I was a bit like a star: first on a uni scale (everyone admires my courage, the guys from the Faculty of Journalism fight for the right to write an article about me), then globally (participate in the program “Let them talk”, the main role in the series, maybe even own book). From cold water nipples tightened, I decided to make the water hotter. And, opening my eyes, I was horrified to find that I was not alone: ​​Oleg was standing at a distance of two steps and, what was most disgusting, was shooting me on video!

- What you think you are? - I grabbed a towel and covered my innermost places - What are you doing? How did you enter?

“You did not close the door,” he said with a malicious smile — I was afraid that you would try to drown yourself. You looked so miserable ...

- Drowning in the shower? I completely lost my fear - I angrily pushed him out of the way and already went out into the corridor when I received a slap on the pope. Even through the towel, he was quite sensitive.

I quickly dressed in the room, fearing the sudden appearance of Oleg. I donned a long sundress, put a denim jacket over it. The weather was summer, but in the evenings it was already felt the approach of cold weather. I combed my wet hair in a ponytail: I didn’t take my hair dryer, and in the light of our relationship, I did not dare to take it from one of the girls. Another scandal, and I, and so difficult.

In the evening, the teams sounded the chosen direction and announced the events to be held. The majority decided to level the consequences of the violence that had already occurred (the creation of a psychological support group, legal assistance, consultations on the topic “how to help”), some worked on the topic of identification (the creation of questionnaires, a line of trust and other labuda). We were the only team who decided to approach the issue differently.

Sasha had been able to hook the audience before, but this time he surpassed himself. His phrases in the style of “help those who humiliate, look at themselves from the outside,” “may fundamentally change the approach to this problem” obviously interested the commission. Especially against the background of monotonous projects of other teams.

- After dinner, free time - announced the presenter - Spend it wisely. Brainstorm, for example, work on tasks. And I beg you: do not get drunk like yesterday.

We went to the houses, called buildings. I wondered what to prepare for, but the evening was relatively calm. We discussed some details, drank brandy (the wine was over), but in moderation.

I slept on the bed next to Ksyusha. Mine was wet.

- Do you write at night? - Ksyusha has delighted.

“Leave her alone,” Olga interceded for me, which made me happy and surprised. Probably the morning utterance was just tactless.

She was in a good mood, as if she was not afraid of the arrival of Anton. And, perhaps, waited for him.

“Olya sleeps too loudly: he turns over, groans, mumbles something,” I explained to Ksyusha, trying to pretend that a wet bed was not at all the root cause of my moving around the room. Olga froze at my answer and lost in thought.

Finally, they all settled down. An hour later, like last night, the door creaked. I waited for the erotic show to continue and was a little angry with myself: it was possible to change the mattresses on the beds in places, then a place in the first row would be waiting for me. A light was burning in the corridor, and I was surprised to find that Artyom had come today not alone.

“I'll scream,” Olga said softly. In the voice of fear. As it turned out, she, too, did not sleep, waiting for the night visitor. And their number was an unpleasant surprise for the girl.

- And I will show your boyfriend the photos from the New Year party - this is Artem.

- You swore you deleted them.

- Left a few for memory. I don’t have girls, sometimes you need to distort. And there is such a beauty: juicy chick, the dream of any guy from fifteen to forty-five flaunted her ...

- Shut up - she almost screamed it

- Che for the pictures? - This is the second, by the voice I could not recognize him.

- I will show, they seem to be with me ..

- Do not dare! - in the voice of fear and despair. Olga understands what is going on.

- We could agree ... I will give you pictures. But I will have nothing to masturbate. You understand, I am not going to go with full eggs.

- Good - the voice ...