- How cool everything has changed - I thought - sitting in a large kitchen, a rented Moscow apartment, which I now wanted to rent back. I was waiting for the owner of this property, where I lived for almost a year and a half. Not the center of Moscow, of course, but the Aviamotornaya metro is also not bad. To the subway two minutes walk, but to work, it was five minutes walk. To good work, five minutes on foot, but which now also does not exist and we must look for another one.

I looked at the remaining things that had not yet been moved to Balashikha, to a modest room of ten square meters, with a sofa, a small, dusty cabinet, an old small refrigerator, and no less old TV that stood on the refrigerator, right between the cabinet and the sofa. In the room, there was still a tiny table and a stool that had to be pushed under the table so that you could get up from the sofa and go between the refrigerator and the table in a three-room apartment that belonged to two owners. And this is after dvushki, an area of ​​eighty meters in Moscow. But unfortunately, that was all that I can afford at the moment, so as not to leave Moscow and find myself a new job.

And how it all began rosy! Graduating from university, then wedding with a classmate. Very successful, from my point of view, marriage.

I am not an Alfonso, but it so happened that I met my daughter, a single uneasy person, when I was studying in Yaroslavl, at the University of Demidov. As usual, everything was by chance. After parting with another girl, I was in sadness and my friend, Seryoga, invited me to hang out with him. Papa bought him an apartment, in the Zavolzhsky district of Yaroslavl, well, he invited me to come off for the night.

- And why not, - I thought - it will be Saturday, evening. The study will not affect - and I went. I bought a bottle of cognac with chocolate, not far from his house and came, around nine in the evening. There was already fun. Daddy drove him a yard in a new house. - A good place, a good floor, a large apartment and, above all, a private one - the friend was happy. I once again congratulated him.

- Rum, pay attention to that person, you see in a dark blue dress? My name is Natasha, my dad is not an easy person in the Yaroslavl region, a decent girl, she has not been noticed in anything, she rarely attends parties. Try it, it may break that. So she, and in itself, the girlfriend is cool, look, and on the face in the way and the figure of the Otpad. Look closely, in general. - said Sergey and went nuts with me a glass of brandy. We drank and he, pouring in to both of us, went to someone of his acquaintances whom I did not yet know. Beside this Natasha, one guy familiar to me, well, I did not begin to create a competition for him, I just sat and examined, in a dim light, who was present. I drank more ryumashka and went into the next room, they sang in karaoke. On the coffee table, there was brandy, a few glasses and fruits, who wanted to, poured themselves, if they did not disdain to drink from common glasses, drank, ate grapes or tangerines, other fruits were not in demand and lay in vases.

There were a few people sitting in the room, someone on the couch, someone on the armchair, two more sat on the floor and sang a duet. They sang very well, the song of Leps: it is not yours.

“Not exactly mine,” I thought sadly, remembering my ex-girlfriend. She caught me kissing the other and, as they say, filed for divorce. In general, we broke up with her. The light is a wedge, it did not converge, but it was sad that because of the fleeting intrigue, where even, except for kisses, there was nothing, everything happened.

- Well, okay - I thought - it means it should have been -

I sat down on one free armchair standing next to the table, poured myself a brandy, banged it, bit down a slice of tangerine and began to listen to how they sing.

Then Sergey's girlfriend sang. I knew her, met in the companies, when Seryoga came with her. She sang well, too. I watched TV, watching the lines and mentally singing. After a few glasses, the mood improved.

- Can we sing? - I heard a low, pleasant, feminine voice over my ear. Turning my head, I saw Natasha, who, imperceptibly, sat on the arm of the chair, almost at the back and looked down at me, waiting for an answer.

- You have beautiful eyes - I said - and honestly, I hesitate to sing -

She smiled, charming smile - save me from one annoying type. Sing with me, maybe he will understand, finally, that the duet with him will not work -

“I don’t even know,” I doubted. She poured two glasses of brandy, handed one to me - Natasha called me -

I took a glass - Roman, you can just Roma -

- Let's get to know each other - clinked about my glass, we drank and she kissed me on the lips, laughed, looking at my reaction - Rum, now you have to sing with me -

- Let's try - grinning, I said, and shook my head. I was not sure that I would be able to sing in front of people. Always considered himself a bad and voiceless singer. She chose Leps and Lorac: Mirrors.

- Piseeets! - I thought.

“Only, mind you, to sing with a soul,” said Natasha and gave me the second microphone. I concentrated, looking at the TV, waiting for the introduction, and started singing. In general, I tried. Natasha had a good ear and voice, she sang cool, I heard and almost missed my own, another solo. But he came to his senses and performed normally, without blots. When we finished, there was silence. I tensed and handed my microphone to Natasha. She took it, kissed me on the cheek - thank you -

And suddenly, a few people clapped. Seryogina, the girl praised us - well done, just chic sang -

- Well, and you were afraid - Natasha laughed, got up, gave up the microphones and left the room. In her place, Seryoga immediately sat down.

- Dude, this is a victory. Do not get lost, keep up the good work. - he said.

- As it happens, so be it - I answered him.

- Come on, I'll be glad if you succeed. - said Sergey and moved to his girlfriend.

I left the room, considering how to proceed further. A guy came up to me, who was following her.

- Rum, what are you talking to her, or what? Sorry, I did not know, then I see that you are kissing. Everything, I am no more, no. - he said drunkenly and slamming me on the shoulder walked around me and went - litter Natalia - he said. I turned around and saw that Natasha was standing behind me and was looking at me.

“You see, I was not mistaken again, she smiled,” our almost brotherhood changed. Just Roma, maybe we will have a drink on brotherhood and let's move on to you? - Natasha smiled.

- Well, if you did not consider the last time brotherhood, then you wouldn’t mind going with you, I answered.

- What room will we go to? In that or where is karaoke? But then I will sing with you again, after we move on to you - she smiled, smiling.

- Choose, I'm not afraid to sing with you in a duet - I replied.

- Oh, what? So not afraid? Well then, in karaoke - Natasha laughed, took my hand and we went to the room where we sang. We went to a table with cognac, I poured two glasses, we drank brotherhood, and she hugged me and began to kiss passionately, not giving me any chance of getting out, so I didn’t take time off. He hugged her around the waist, pulled her close and kissed her back. Stop kissing, we stood embracing

- Spend, oh sorry, I forgot that we went to you, take me home - asked Natasha.

- So fast? - I was surprised. She bit her lip and, looking at me, shook her head.

- Well, let's go, what about the song? - I asked.

- Sing again, I promise - she smiled, charming smile.

- She said how Americans say in films. I promise - I grinned.

- I studied there for two years, and now, my father decided that I need to study here and I am the last course, I will study in Demidov - said Natasha and went to leave the room. I went after her. We got dressed, Seryoga came up, said goodbye to us and when Natasha and I were leaving the apartment, I lightly poked me in the side.

- Well, will we call a taxi or take a private trader? - I asked when we went outside.

- Do not need anything - she smiled - I live near here. I am a father ...