station Kulikovsky station, when all my colleagues went home. They drank tea, then wine or champagne. Natashka didn’t stop talking, then she joked anecdotes, then stories from life, and Vitya listened in silence, smirked and wondered where necessary, and put wine on his back. Well, when she reached her condition, she got up with cancer, resting her 5-dimensional breasts on the surface of the folding table and spreading her legs wide, and then Vitya already knew what to do ...

Victor flushed, thinking about his fantasies, and did not notice how he had already approached the house, squeezing a grocery bag in his sweaty palms. Breathing deeply into himself several times, he tried to put his thoughts together and stepped into the gloom and coolness of the entrance.

***

Vika thought about Victor, and felt how the lower abdomen fills desire. She, of course, tried to drive him away, realizing that it was stupid, disgusting and ignorant, just like that, having come out to freedom to surrender to the first comer, even though he sheltered and fed for a while. But all these arguments were so ghostly, so transparent, they were nothing before the fact that here he is, in front of her, a living man, a man, the first and only in all these years of Babskii imprisonment. Hold out your hand and it's yours.

The girl did not notice how she stretched out her hand, and she slipped on the stomach, and below, and her legs parted treacherously, and bypassing the pubis tubercle she held at TAM and immediately started, as if from a discharge with a current - so much was her excitement. Vika immediately pulled her hand up and jerked herself into the bathroom, splashing a portion of water onto the tiled floor. The girl was immediately ashamed of her thoughts and desires. She felt an unbearable heat and a strong feeling of thirst. Later, remembering this moment, she could not explain to herself why she went to the kitchen to drink water, when she could do it right there, in the bathroom, from the tap.

Vika listened, the apartment was quiet, which means that Victor had not returned yet. She quickly slipped out of the water, felt her slippers with her bare feet and somehow hurriedly shook a towel around her body, went to the kitchen, where she drank two glasses of cold water in one gulp. Taking another glass of water with her, Victoria walked back, and was already approaching the bathroom door, when the front door in the hallway flew open, and Victor entered, breathless, as if running down the stairs at a run. On his boyish face, he wore a funny blush.

Vika, holding a glass of water in one hand, immediately reached out with the other hand to the door handle to quickly drop into the bathroom. And then the towel, wrapped hastily around the body, treacherously slipped away, but Vika did not have time to catch and hold him on her elbows, and appeared before Victor completely naked, spilling water from a glass on an already wet body.

Victor was dumbfounded, he understood that he needed to turn away, but as a spellbound he himself was looking at Victoria's naked body: water droplets gleaming on pale skin, bulging collarbones and ribs, small breasts with small dark nipple cherries that Vika tried to cover with her palms, flat stomach with a dimple navel, in the shape of an inverted comma, triangle pubis, covered with dark brown curls. For some reason he opened his mouth, but then he shut it.

Vika stood, somehow covering herself with her hands and looking not at him, at his face, at his eyes. She understood that she needed to pick up a towel and hide in the bathroom, burning with shame, and then, running away from this apartment, from this person, from herself, so clumsy and unlucky. But she stood and did not dare to move. She knew that if she left now, she would never be able to go back, and she didn’t want to, she couldn’t afford to lose what she seemed to be about to find again. And she was also interested, and the question “What is next?” Was spinning in my head.She had nothing to lose, she could not think of even more disgrace, so she stood, hiding and biting her lower lip, and physically felt how her naked body was caressing (stroking, like gentle warm fingers) Victor's hungry eyes. She was pleased to stand in front of him naked, to see how eagerly they run over her body, his gazes, how the redish cheeks, the red paint of shame fill him. She was pleased to see that he did not look away from her, that there was no disappointment, no disgust in his face (although she wondered WHAT he could like in her, so thin and unsightly, after five years of prison bills) and nevertheless he eagerly looked at her, preparing to rush, as if on the victim. But something held him back, some kind of anchor, like a dog on a leash. And Vika helped him. She met his eyes and slowly lowered her hands. And he understood everything.

***

They lay on a crumpled, damp bed, throwing occasionally unimportant phrases. Very much was said yesterday. Much has been done. The clock on the wall showed half past two. It was night outside, it was quiet outside the window, only a rare car broke it, shining the walls with headlights. A working old TV “showed the snow”, but Victor didn’t specifically turn it off so that it would function as a night light, only turn down the sound to the very minimum.

The girl lay on his chest and looked for his gaze, which she did not want to leave for a moment. She always looked into his eyes, and he just sank in them. Even in the twilight of the room. The fingers of their palms intertwined with each other in intricate knots and patterns.

On the table was a half-bottle of white wine.

“I’m a bad guest,” said Victor.

- Why?

- He promised to feed you, and he ...

- Stop doing that! Wine, cheese, apple. What else do we need? I'm really not hungry!

- Hmm, and there probably dumplings melted. It will be the morning porridge from ravioli. I forgot to put them in the fridge.

“Do you want me to make breakfast in the morning?” My signature dish?

- Crown dish? And what is the same? - Victor became interested.

“Well, this is one such dish,” Vika mysteriously offered, “from the oriental cuisine.” It is called the Hansky scrambled eggs!

- Wow! - whistled Vitya, I myself often make an omelet, but this has not eaten.

(Actually, it was the most common scrambled eggs with sausage, tomatoes and bell peppers. So Vika treated Nurse Vera and her close inmates, when she managed to get products, for which he received the comic name “Pakhansky Omelet.” take advantage of a pun and pahansky omelet turned into a mysterious oriental dish "omelet in the style of Hansky"!)

Vika laughed, and Victor pulled her to him and kissed her lips with a long kiss.

- Vit, and what is your dream in life? The biggest. There is?

- I did not even think. House is a family, like everyone, probably children, wealth, a favorite thing. I love to draw. But work rarely succeeds. What is yours? Dream?

- Remember, I already told you. Restaurant ... on the shores of the warm sea ...

- ... Yes I remember. Of course. White apron with a blue border, plates ...

- It's like that. Are you laughing?

- Not. Not at all. You know, when a person goes to a dream, he will come to her. And you have a dream. She's so ...

- What? - Vick rose on his elbow, and looked at the guy's face.

- Well ... I don't know how to say it.

- Tell me how you can. I will understand.

- You are not offended?

- No. Speak

- You have it ... so ... mandatory. That is, I wanted to say ... it must be fulfilled.

- Mandatory? Why is this?

- Well, you told me. You and mom dreamed together. And you told her your dreams. And now she is gone. And you have. You're still ahead. Go to your dream! You have to embody it. I think so!

“And you will go with me to my dream” - Vika already wanted to say out loud, but at the last moment bit her tongue. She was not yet sure that she was ready to say these words.

They fell silent again, each thinking about his own. Then Vika felt Victor's stroking hand on her hip and felt the desire in herself again. As if reading her thoughts, Victor's other hand gently squeezed her breast, and his lips were already looking for her nipple.

***

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