- Are they left with us? He asked with a silly expression.
“Where are they going now, at two in the morning?”
She sat and gazed at him with her unlined blue eyes.
From the room I heard some kind of scuffling and rhythmic sounds.
- Are you going to sleep, or will you be sitting here? She asked, standing up.
- I? Now. I will come now. I will only wash the dishes, - he began to fuss.
“Well, well,” She smiled for some reason, and, running her hand through his hair, left the kitchen.
Karmazin continued to sit on the chair. He heard how She went into the room, how the fuss stopped for a while, but then resumed again. He sat and listened. Through the open doors one could well hear deep intermittent breathing, moans and sobs.
“What did she lose with them there?” Karmazin asked himself and moved into the room.
There was a mess in the room. Things were scattered on the floor, and on the bed with the lights on, Sergey and Julia fucked Her.
Karmazin froze in the doorway.

She stood on all fours. Her head was buried between the legs of Julia, and Sergei was attached to her from behind. Karmazin could not budge. He watched and understood that everything he had dreamed about a week ago was crumbling. She does not belong to him. She alone. She only does what she likes, takes what she wants and uses it.
She did not call him to her, but occasionally she glanced at him, squinting her eyes. Did She play any game, he did not know.
He spent the night on the chair, and fell asleep to the sounds of this orgy.
From that evening she began to have a habit of telling him who she was and where, by all means describing all the details in colors. He suffered, and She dragged her sexual experiences to him as a girlfriend. One day he thought that he had really turned into Her girlfriend and ... resigned himself to it. They also slept together. She brought no one else, but the betrayals and subsequent stories became more frequent. Gradually, Karmazin even became interested in Her with new connections, noting to himself that he was already waiting for them, that without this his life would become boring and uninteresting.

She did not despise him. Not. It was just Her normal condition. She told him about all previous connections with men. With whom and how long she lived.
So half a year has passed.
And so it was his turn to go. She probably met the other, but could not bring him while he, Karmazin, was near.

Karmazin interrupted memories.
Appeared office in which she worked.
Karmazin gently parked the car and turned off the engine. For a minute they sat in silence.
- Well, everything. I went, - Karmazin sighed and opened the door.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deep on the lips.
- Well, everything. Go, ”she said softly, and let him go.
“Tanya, I'm sorry, I forgot to congratulate you,” Karmazin tried to make time.
- Since Tatyana's day? Thank you for remembering - for a moment She thought, - And, you know, you come tonight.
She rummaged in her bag and took out the key, which she had unhooked in the morning from his bundle.
“Here, take it,” She said, somehow smiling slyly, “And come ...” At eight o'clock, come. If you want, buy something.
She kissed him again and pushed him away.

Karmazin got out, walked around the car, and leaned over to Her open window.
“I ... I will come,” he said, as doomed.
- Come and come, I will wait.
Several times Karmazin looked around. He saw She get out of the car, click the alarm button and disappear into the office door.
"Well, to hell with it," thought Karmazin: "We will survive."
He went down the subway. Morning passengers, wrapped in scarves, shapeless mass moving in the directions given by escalators. Karmazin joined the necessary flow and again plunged into the memories.
And what actually happened, he asked himself. She did not give me promises, I did to her too.Do I have any rights on Her? ... And if I had. What then? Man is not a thing. Man is free. I am free too and do what I want, he thought. All you need to calm down and pull yourself together. And then dismissed snot.

Karmazin suddenly presented himself from the outside and smiled to himself.
I'm young, beautiful and funny. And it became such a bore. What happened with me? You have to be yourself. Everything. Solved. I buy flowers in the evening, wine and to Her. She will still see who she has lost.
“Taganskaya station, the transition to the ring line and the Marxist station,” he heard the phrase in his memory.
“Damn,” he screamed, and jumped up. “Sorry, let me go.” Citizens, the road ...
Pushing people away, Karmazin fell out of the already closing doors and took a breath. He suddenly burst out laughing. Just. Over yourself.
Two girls passing by jumped from him like from a madman.

“Girls, order,” he shouted after them.
One of them turned and looked at him with a smile.
Karmazin took a deep breath and smiled too. Life goes on, he thought, and rushed out.
Karmazin spent the rest of the day, frantically inventing how he would behave with Her, that he would say what to do.
“She will still know who she lost. I will show her, ”he mentally repeated to himself for the umpteenth time.
The end of the working day took him by surprise.
Karmazin looked at his watch and was surprised.
- Is it already six? He said aloud.
“It's already twenty minutes, like six,” he heard from the back of a spiteful voice of his chief. - Alex, what's wrong with you?
- Sorry, Alexander Sergeevich.
- For what? So you come at eleven, then you apologize for being late. What? Have a fight with a friend?
- Not. Everything is good, - Karmazin began to fuss.
“Well, well,” said Aleksandr Sergeevich, and, throwing an incredulous glance at Karmazin, headed for the door.

Karmazin flew like on wings.
“Everything is fine, everything is fine,” he almost shouted to himself.
A large bouquet of scarlet roses, which Karmazin bought at a flower shop, struggled through the elevator door. Karmazin intercepted a bottle of Chardonnay and pressed the button of the fourth floor. He suddenly became agitated, like a boy, first going on a date. An old joke about candy - a bouquet stage of relations suddenly surfaced in my head.
The elevator stopped gently and the doors opened.
Karmazin smiled to himself and headed for her door. Behind the door was heard some kind of rhythmic music.
“Why did she give me the key?” He thought, opening the lock with his habitual movement, “If it’s still at home itself?”
He squeezed into the corridor with a bouquet, turned around and was dumbfounded. Some tall guy came out of the bathroom to meet him. The guy was completely naked.

“Ah, hello, come in and close the door,” he blurted out naked with a patter.
- I don't understand, but ...
- Do you speak English? - fun mocked naked.
- What does it mean? Who are you? - Karmazin moved to the naked.
- Well, well, calmer, - back naked in the direction of the kitchen.
Karmazin wanted to rush at him, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed some movement in the room. With a stone face, Karmazin walked to the open door and stopped.
She lay on the bed on her stomach with her back up among the sheets and pillows, almost crushed by a hefty, pumped-up man who furiously fucked her from behind. Her head with eyes closed in bliss was held in the hands of another member of the orgy, who gently inserted his wet member into her limp open mouth. Karmazin noticed that She was still lying on someone hidden by sheets, who also moved under it in the general rhythm.

“Let's go talk,” he heard a naked voice at his shoulder.
With a limp hand, with his bouquet and wine, Karmazin trudged over to the naked kitchen.
- Sit down ... Do you smoke? - naked sat down at the fridge and stretched his legs.
Karmazin shook his head negatively. Naked took out a pack of cigarettes on a table and lit a cigarette. Karmazin sat at the table.
- Let's get acquainted. Alexey, - naked stretched his hand across the table.
- What? - did not understand Karmazin.
- What are you, do not speak Russian at all? - fake surprised naked .... Read more →