This summer, Katya and I collected things at the dacha to Oleg, my childhood friend. We have not had a couple of years of normal vacation because of the auto loan, which we took on our, to this day, is no longer a new Toyota Camry. I worked in a small desk that installed cell towers as deputy chief contractor, and Katka was only 24 and over the past 2 years she worked as an assistant architect until she was promoted to architect before our holidays.

Katya and I were lucky with housing in Moscow. I have only one grandfather left, and Katya's parents added a small amount to us to buy a two-room apartment on the outskirts, in Bibirevo. I am 29 years old, I have my own car, my own quite decent house, quite good work and a beautiful wife - “What else can you dream of?” ...

Oleg met us alone, without his wife.

- Healthy! Where is Julia? - I asked, not watching his wife in the vicinity.

- Hi dear. Julia and I decided to live separately. - Oleg began - but let's talk about that later. Hello Katyusha, how is life, how is work? - He greeted his wife.

- Will lead! Oh, nothing, but with Vlad, we recently repaid the loan, noted my promotion. How are you? Come on, come on, Olezh, where did your wife go? - Katya was interested, although she and Oleg’s wife met only once, she hoped to see her too at the dacha, since we came to Oleg for a whole week.

I note that I myself saw Julia only once. Although they lived together, Oleg always preferred to meet without Julia. Then Julia has her own affairs, then with her mother, then one thing, then another ... and so all the time I saw her only once. An ordinary, modest girl, but Oleg always complained that he lacked attention from her and some kind of passion. “An ordinary family story,” I thought. Someone gives more, someone less.

- That ... - Oleg dismissed - then. Let's have a bottle and a bathhouse, already heated up - in a good mood, he sent us to his bathhouse, while he himself went to get towels and beer.

- Let's unload the car a little and then to the bath - suggested Katya.

- Oh well. - I answered reluctantly.

I admit, I was a little lazy. Constantly postponed domestic affairs, repairs, going to the store and other issues that I was not interested or worried about. Not very much I was the master's husband, and did not like to cook, wash the dishes, help drag something, screw the light bulb. Maybe this is bad, but I was quite ambitious in more global issues and did not regret anything when in such matters I was inferior to more rural men.

Twenty minutes later we were in the waiting room. Olezha was very courteous and organized everything. A couple of months before our visit, he dug up a cold bathing place, where he could plunge, and prepared it today. I also heated the bath, turned on the music on the portable boom from JBL, made us an excellent hookah and made beer with snacks.

- Listen, straight "royal" bed you arranged for us here, my friend. - I praised a friend.

- Yes, Valdis (Olezha often called me that way), all for best friends. - Said Olezha and leaned his shoulder slightly to my wife.

We sat on a corner sofa, and Katyukha was in the middle in a short towel. She didn’t manage to pull out her swimsuit from her bag, and so we all turned in towels.

Katya is a very beautiful girl with spectacular forms. With a height of 167, she had an incomplete fourth breast size, which sat just perfect. Her character was very simple, she was a good-natured girl who came with her parents from Orsk. She was neither thin nor fat, she could always afford to eat anything and not get better. Her face was very facial. Always loved to express any emotion face: Fright, indignation, joy, affection.She had a good sense of humor and could easily flow into the rest.

Oleg was not some kind of pumped-up athlete, but he was very big. Always looked prosaic and did not cause any bright attention. But now, sitting in the bath, under all circumstances, I saw a childhood friend revealed, on the other hand.

He leaned on my wife in a friendly way, shoulders down a little on the seat board, lounging lazily, and spread his other hand over his head and scratched his ear with his thick, strong fingers. His face was a bit rumpled, but he looked fresh. Briefly trimmed with a light bristle and an excellent bright smile - it caused sympathy. He was not very overgrown and did not have much excess weight. Just a big and lean body. I remember as a child he was a great handler and, with his 65 kilograms (of school time), he would throw adult men who were under 90 on his right hand. Now the stocky Olezha weighs all the good hundred and has light gray hair already, in his 30 years. I looked somehow longingly, missing old times, looking at an aging friend, even though he looked quite his age.

I was a bit of a different build, more lean and slightly lower than my friend, albeit quite a good size. I had a height of 183, and Olezha may be a centimeter 5 higher. I, unlike him, shortly before our meeting, quit smoking, and Olezha was never noticed by smokers, except that he never parted with a hookah.

Constantly Kate wanted me to be more active and looking for opportunities for growth. In my work, everything went well enough, and I thought that I was a little blessed in my life. No, it’s not that I’m better than the others, but I met good people in life and experienced the right events that later gave me a many-sided mind. I was an empathic person and I felt people well, performed tasks well, and actively developed mentally. I didn’t get sick with sports, but I went to the gym because I knew that I needed to.

Olezha, too, was not a blunder, and in his more youthful years he pasted girls very well. I could sit with him at the bar, then go to smoke, and when I returned to see him kissing some girl and pawing her body. For me, he was an alpha male and often he shared his “prey” with me when we were 21-24 years old, until our wives, work, routine, loans and other gifts of Satan got into our lives.

From their thoughts, I gradually began to return to the conversation the guys are actively talking.

- No, I will not say that I am heartbroken, rather, I fucked with her more, and now I felt a kind of relief. - A friend told my Katka.

“Well, it’s also impossible ...” hurried Katya, who didn’t like it, as Oleg concluded his thought with cursing. - you think you face off then? She asked.

- I do not know, we'll see. - Oleg said and Kate turned her eyes on me, but I could not add anything to it.

- Time will tell. - I just said, and winked at his bro.

We sat smoking hookahs, drank beer, discussed the case of Skripal, politics in general, clothes, camera, which we bought, football, friends. In short, the usual pattern of conversation.

A little drunk, we turned to more piquant topics.

- So you often massage your wife? - asked Katka.

- Mmmm, not really. Rather, the whole body care procedure. When I worked in the clinic as an assistant midwife, one or, more precisely, an evening shift administrator, who simply wrote out passes to patients and designed them, it was a terrible place ... - Oleg lost his way in his story.

- Why? - asked Kate.

- Yes, it was just terrible there. And the staff and patients, and in general the clinic did not like. After finishing my studies, I was happy to become an assistant foreman, and then a foreman.

- So what was there in the clinic? - I decided to bring him back from drunken memories.

“Well, there I met a professional massage therapist who mowed 200–300 pieces a month. And he was a great guy. We often went to a bathhouse with him on Fridays, and he told a lot of things and showed them.

- Wow, did he teach you massage techniques? - asked ...