And here in July and the mother came, came suddenly, unexpectedly, as always. She said that things had gone uphill right now, and that she was still a bit rich and rich - she always said that when her grandmother needed to borrow money, an old song in general. I didn’t want to listen to what happened, I just waved away - just think, mistakes of youth! But on the other hand, she promised to attach her daughter (a specialist with a diploma) in the suburbs to a good cafe. They say that she has an Armenian friend there, she keeps a chain of restaurants and barbeque-houses, will take them as a chef, and then, you see, in six months they will transfer to the senior chef. Vika mummy promises inspired, sort of, and shameful problems faded into the background. A week later, Vika Verevkina had already conquered the Moscow region. It turned out not so colorful as the mother promised, in the cafe they took, but as a dishwasher. Issued part-time, and all worked and a half. The work is hellish, the salary is cheap.

- Nothing, be patient! - mother soothed, pitch at the entrance with caustic Bulgarian "Opal", - we will break through, just about, everything will get better. Things are going uphill. Do you have an advance payment? Catch the money until the twentieth?

We lived with a mother in a hostel in a small room for 80% clogged with goods - Chinese down jackets, jackets, dermatin footwear and other consumer goods. We slept on an army bunk bed, ate right there - uncomplicated, sub palpsa, sprats, cheap sausages.

What kind of personal life is there? So, survival is solid. Two days at 14 o'clock in the dishwasher, on weekends with the mother to the market, bales and trunks, to sell clothes. That's the whole life.

She loved her mother, of course, in her own way, not quite as commonly understood parental love, but she loved. Sometimes they would be sitting late at the dormitory on a bench, the mother of “Opal” would tar, and a bottle of bitter beer would be drunk for two.

- Here we will grow rich, we will escape to hell from this hell. Nothing daughter, and we are lucky! There is no other way. Things are going uphill. Everything will be alright. And we will rebuild the house. And buy a plot. We will grow chrysanthemums. And a decent husband for you! And you graduate from the institute. That's just a little more need to suffer, just a little.

- And then I will open my mom's restaurant, on the shores of the azure sea. White apron with a blue border, the plates are the same, porcelain and wine glasses from the finest transparent glass, and in them wine is white, and the sea is blue-blue and gulls are screaming ...

- So it will be, my daughter, so it will be. Here are just a little more to suffer. Come sleep, get up early tomorrow ...

It was not possible for Vika's mamma to reach out, reach for a better life. Sometime in the late spring, we sat there on the bench, dreamed, listened to the birds, went to bed early, and the next morning she didn’t wake up - heart! Vika remained alone. By that time, the grandmother had completely passed: she did not climb out of the hospitals. From the dorm room they were evicted, the clothes were all unsold, some cunning Slavik was immediately attached, gave Vika 500 rubles, such as compensation, and said goodbye to this.

It is ridiculous whether it is sad, but not for nothing that the Russian proverb says, "If there were no happiness, yes, misfortune helped." Vika with dark circles from the tears and insomnia under the eyes, and a half-empty sports bag (she managed to gain some good stuff), immediately after the funeral (there was no commemoration) went to Armen, the restaurant owner, to receive the payment: come back, and there will be anything, native walls, they will prompt.

And he is on the threshold of her:

- Vika, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! I respected your mother so much, I loved her, but it was like that. Listen, listen to the girl, I will complain to you to the seb chef. Here and a salary higher, I will help to remove a room. I am in her big debt.

Vika, dimly understanding what was going on, somehow podmahnula statement. Armen immediately issued an advance and took an apartment in an old Mercedes to watch.We looked, the size was barely larger than the room of the hostel, but then there was a kitchenette, a shower with a toilet for 2 owners, so ... well, do not get used!

Vick remained in the suburbs. The next day, the shift came out. Somehow things went uphill (all as the mother said!). A little free time appeared, the girl enrolled in the library, and then in the courses of accountants, so just in case, you never know, it will be useful!

And on New Year's Eve, Vika met Igor in the library. He introduced himself as a young businessman. Invited to a restaurant, but Vika - the modest refused. So week after week, fleeting meetings, Igor learned a lot about Vick, and without thinking twice, invited her into his firm as an accountant. The girl thought, was tormented for almost a month. On the one hand, I wanted to break out of the stuffy cuisine, because I had not finished my courses in vain, as if fate had pushed me. On the other hand, Armen seemed to be obliged to many, she could not just leave.

One evening, just before closing the restaurant, a tired and shrewd Armen entered the cafe.

“I see that something is a little girl!” Tell me!

Vika told him everything. And the old Armenian just looked with sadness at her and said:

- What are you trying to persecute your fate from Seb, you fool? Tomorrow zhe go there and get settled! And we are here and bez cope handle. That's Olga for a long time on your mesto matt. And I will calculate the final good lady by the end of the nedaley! Go!

So in “CRYSTALS” LLP a new accountant appeared. No experience, but all grasped on the fly. Glavbukh Elena Sanovna quickly taught her, and after a couple of months Vika spent the self-invoices on her own, made audits at the warehouse, and paid employees a salary: one white, the other black (like everyone else at the time).

The girl sat up. Cosmetics she appeared. Things are beautiful. In the hairdresser began to go. Marigold have become well-groomed. Heels, shoes. Why, only in her soul she remained kind and simple.

Vika's life was getting better. Apartment removable changed. Money grandmother on the operation sent. Yes, and so it was possible to postpone. Even a small bank account opened. With personal that's just did not develop. Like men, many noticed her, and throwing significant views, but that's just not wanted from her as much as she would like to give. And to confess honestly, they dried on Igor with each other, but only Igor had a bride, and he was tied up at the upcoming marriage. Such is the knot-knot, so easy and not untangle. Vika did not despair, especially since at some Igor there the white light did not converge. There will be a prince on a horse on her street!

As time went. In November, Vike 23 turned. And in a month and a half the FATEST YEAR YEAR has come (although, I must admit, there were so many fatal ones in Vika’s life).

Immediately after the new year, a split occurred on the CRYSTAL board of directors. The most important one, Igor's father-in-law, immediately arranged an unscheduled check. Igor (who knew he would smell the fried one) and immediately wiped his wife to Germany indefinitely. Glavbukh Elena Sanovna with a stroke to the hospital. Vika remained alone to take the rap. And revision shortage for lack of sews. And forgery of documents and stuff. The girl is in shock, always all the numbers converged to zero, and then the shortage of a million. In general, they framed the girl in the most dishonest way. Elder handed her over to the prosecutor's office with guts, although he knew that he was innocent. While the investigation was going on, the gist of the matter was soldered to the girl for 5 years of general regime and sent “to the place of serving the sentence”. On that the happy life also has ended. In the zone of such a cold, it would not have been easy, but I was just lucky again. They were brought into the detachment, around her right there the crowns crowded together with the kites, but only one woman shouted at them from somewhere in the depths of the hut, and all at once ran away!

"Nurse" Faith stood up for her. And her word in the detachment was the law!

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