which things. In the closet, look. I'll bring yours from the apartment in the evening.

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The apartment was tastefully furnished. I don’t know whether it was his taste or whether the designers made a design for him, but everything was organic and harmonious. However, the rest of the hut was typically bachelor. In one of the cabinets were found those same women's clothes. In a big pink suitcase with a “Liza” tag, I found a lot of things. From the general pile of things, I took only a home suit, sneakers and some cosmetics. I really hoped that he was an absolute bachelor and was glad again that I guessed. The bathroom had a washing machine. There I sent Lizkim a suit, as well as my underwear, in a hurry taken off. She did not dress back, for decency she just pulled on her coat, you never know. I thought a little, and put the rest of their simple things next to the machine. I’ll sweat it while I can. Went down the apartment. Hall, guest bedroom, in which there was clearly no one. His room is locked. For confidence, she pulled the handle and listened - maybe someone else is sitting there. The usual kitchen. She put the kettle on the stove and opened the refrigerator. Well, yes, a bachelor.

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I almost slept all day, though I didn’t. A nervous tension affected. Woke up. The apartment is dark, quiet and no one but me.

Out in the kitchen. Warm nothing and did not drink. Again put the kettle, opened the refrigerator. It was necessary to eat, but the set at this bachelor was, let's say, not ice.

- Prepare him to eat chtol? - I looked at the almost empty shelves.

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In the freezer, I found a catastrophic amount of dumplings. Maybe he was free, but this clearly had no effect on the quality of food.

Even in the freezer there was a pack of frozen mushrooms - well, already something. In the fridge, I took an almost eaten stick of smoked sausage. Rummaging through the drawers, I found rice and canned vegetables — peas and corn. A possible option was born immediately. I cut the sausage into small cubes. Mushrooms, as they were, straight from the packaging threw in a frying pan, a small amount of oil. So they quickly defrost and extinguish. As the mushrooms reached, I opened the peas and corn, and tasted them. The taste was normal, obviously not old canned. Mushrooms by then melted and hissed with evaporating water. I immediately added all the peas and corn there, added some oil. Put the fire to the maximum. Now 10 minutes on a large fire, and then another 15 on a small one. Again, rummaged in the boxes, found a suitable pan, rinsed with water. She poured two more cups of water into the kettle and set it on the stove. While the vegetables were stewing, and the water was boiling, I measured two cups of rice in a large sieve and washed it under water until it became sufficiently transparent. Rice sent to the pan, there is a spoon of sunflower oil, a little salt, and, “Evrika!”, I found in him a seasoning for pilaf. Lavishly pouring one and a half dessert spoons of seasoning, I added chopped sausage there and turned on the small fire. Now the main thing is to interfere all the time. An unforgivable omission will be if rice or sausage is burnt. Things are going well, add steamed vegetables to the same place and pour all four cups of boiled water from the kettle. It's simple - two cups of rice, four cups of boiled water. Now everything is at maximum fire. At first, be sure to stir, seasoning should disperse and dissolve, and vegetables adequately mixed with sausage and rice. A few minutes for this simple affair and leave the rice alone. Let it boil and boil for 10 minutes. Next, we change the fire to a minimum, cover with a lid and mark for 20 minutes until ready.

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Well, everything is ready. Sausage in rice is enough not to cook a separate meat, and from what. I looked doubtfully at the remains of sauerkraut and a jar of olives. You can of course bungle a very tasty salad. You just need to find some more garlic or onions, but will he like it?

I left the kitchen and went back to bed in the guest room.For lack of other activities, she fell asleep again.

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- Thank you, the rice was very tasty - he stroked the sleepy cheek.

- BUT? What? What time is it now? - I did not immediately understand where I am, with whom and why.

- Paul first night - he looked at the little wall clock. - Nobody cared for me like that for a long time. Thank.

He got up from my bed. From his bed that was mine now. I really wanted intimacy.

- Wait a minute!

- What?

- Come to me.

- Not.

- Oh please!

- No, Vlad. This is not an option at all!

- But why?

- No, that's it.

- Well, go to hell, goat!

I buried myself in a blanket and watched him stand still for some time with an expression of complete bewilderment. Then he shrugged, sighed heavily and left.

- Light! - I belatedly shouted from under the blanket.

His hand came back for a moment and turned off the switch.

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I woke up again. It was quiet and dark. I had a terrible headache. I got up, slipped into the hell out of nowhere, who took my dressing gown and slapped my bare feet into the kitchen. Passing by his room, I listened - he was asleep, or maybe he was not there. In the kitchen I drank cold water straight from the tap - it was a sure cure for a headache that didn’t help now. Walking back to the room, I saw my bags. Well, yes, he promised to bring my other simple belongings. In one of the bags, I dug up my first-aid kit. I went to the kitchen again, poured a couple of effervescent tablets with water. She waited until dissolved and drank in one gulp. It tastes abominable, but it will help in 5 minutes. Returning back to her room, she carefully sat on the bed, then lay down. By the time he fell asleep, his head no longer hurt.

My parents took me in the morning.

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About a month later.

- Good evening - he called my father.

- Kind.

- This is Captain Kid. You remember me?

“Ah, yes,” answered a male voice indifferently.

- I would like to know how Vlad is there?

“Vlada is no more,” suddenly answered a completely sad voice and hung up the phone.

- Not? - he sat for a long time and looked at the phone.

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He stood in front of her grave. All in the form, with a full parade, paying the last tribute to the one that was once a living person. She smiled at him. The one that once was alive, now smiled at him from a portrait carved on a tombstone. He recalled the short time that he had been with her. He recalled her rice, which he ate, drank everything with cheap beer. I remembered that, as a child, I imposed myself more and more a portion. I also remembered the moment when I refused her. Could things be different if he agreed? He did not know.

- Sorry - he put a modest bouquet of frozen roses next to her portrait.

He turned away and walked away.

“Why didn't you stay here among us ?!” He shouted. - Why didn't you give another chance of life ?! Why didn't you cook me another equally tasty rice?

He asked the last question personally to her, considering that the world is unworthy to hear about such an intimate, in his opinion, their connection. She did not answer, only continued ingratiatingly, carefree, easy to smile at him a dead smile from a dead stone.

PySy
A message to individual readers who will take care of my condition and / or ask “what the hell” is the non-executive mood, and most of this I dreamed of.