We sat in a half-empty bus. There was no driver. Now I sat with Stepan, Marina sat with Igor alone, Boris had no luck. I had to sit down alone. The driver noticed the company of a slightly young man asking only about the tickets, to which Borya raised white strips of paper. The door closed and the bus started off. Outside the window it was almost dark. Were seen ordinary landscapes for our area. Forests, fields with ditches over which light haze was gathering. I looked at the nature outside the window and listened to Stepan's chatter about his adventures. His hand lay all the time on my thigh. He stroked me a little. I did not resist. Boris offered a drink, but Marina and I flatly refused. It so happened that they gave us vodka, but there were no cups, and we did not want to drink from the bottle on the bus. The night completely fell to the ground. Now only oncoming cars lit the curb. We made a little noise. The people looked at us, but said nothing.

The bus became noticeably jiggle. It seemed like driving here the road was not so bad. They drove to some village. The bus stopped. In the distance were the lights of individual windows. Through the light in the cabin, I only saw my reflection and face of a tired Stepan. From the bus all got out. The chauffeur rose and so looked at us.

- The guys all came. The ultimate. He shouted to us and pointed to the open door.

- How is the ultimate? - I asked with surprise and got up, trying to look at something outside the window.

- Well, where did you go? All arrived. Let's go out do not delay. I have to go tomorrow at 5 am back.

- We are in the city. And what's that? - Finally it came to Stepan, and he got up from his seat.

- What city. Guys this village. You got the wrong bus.

Immediately became quiet. Some kind of panic even appeared. And where now. What to do. Well, that is not winter, but the middle of May. Though not cold. And mosquitoes, there are definitely more of them. To call and ask my father to come, that they will not let me go anywhere. They will say that we are so drunk. What the hell knows where they took me. Everyone looked nervously at the driver.

- What shall we do? - quietly asked Igor and looked out from behind the seat.

- I do not know. Maybe a taxi or tomorrow morning will go with me. Although it is unlikely that someone will want to come here so late, and they will even ask for a bag. - the driver scratched his bald head.

- We have something to sleep on the street? - scared asked Marina in a trembling voice.

Silence again. We just looked at each other. All had such faces. Probably, I had the same. Good thing I got changed. Marina remained in her smart dress. In the salon began to fly fly and mosquitoes.

- Maybe I'll call my brother, and he will come for us. - tried to make his proposal to Boris.

- So he will be here for at least three hours. - I said and sat down again, and looked at her reflection in the window.

- The girl is right. If not more. Oh guys. Sorry for you. Okay, I'll try to take you to one grandmother. She is old, lives alone for a long time. I think it will take you at night. Sometimes people stop to spend the night with her. - the driver smiled, looked at us again. “And if you don’t want to, then sleep in the bus.” Just look at me. Do not touch or twist anything here.

We nodded together. The motor roared and we drove through a dark rural street. For a couple of minutes we were on the spot. Everyone got off the bus. Evening coolness swept the body. Heels again loaded in the sand. Yes, I shook my head and looked at Stepan. The driver went to the old country hut. In the dark, something could be seen weakly. So we stood by the bus, Marina was obviously cold. Igor pulled her close and stroked her tummy.Stepan wanted to do the same, but I angrily looked at him, he realized that it was better not to. A light came on in a small window. Only the general features of the conversation could be heard. We all stood waiting. Mosquitoes rang so disgustingly near the ear. Bleed exactly now.

- Come here. - the driver shouted to us and waved his hand.

We breathed a little relieved. Now I saw a whitewashed, wooden hut, such there is in the village with my grandmother. With small windows. An old woman under the age of 90 stood on the threshold in a dressing gown. She was small, with wrinkled skin, gray hair. The driver told her loudly about us. Clearly heard bad. A slight tremor went through the body. Did not want to become the same. I took a deep breath.

- Well, come granddaughters. I help you out. So be it. We must help our neighbors in trouble. She murmured to herself.

- So students. This is Baba Gapka. She hears badly, so you speak up to her. If you don’t leave this way tomorrow morning at 5–20 you will walk 200 meters along this road and I’ll stand there. - the driver showed his hand somewhere in the dark. - Do not oversleep only. And then another bus will be from the area only for lunch. Happily youth.

He went to his bus, and we entered the hut. Simple furnishings are like a thing of the past. Green sofa, wooden benches, round table with a white tablecloth. Icons hung on the walls, a lot of old, faded black-and-white photographs, curtains blackened by time. TV is not known models with such a convex screen, like an aquarium. If it were not for my grandmother, I wanted to joke about this museum piece. The blue door led into another room. Grandma offered us tea. We got our sweets. No one dared to drink vodka. And so there were enough problems. It is good that the connection worked and we were able to call our parents. Everyone lied something different, but neither of us has told the truth. I lied that I stayed overnight and Marina and I were received by the relatives of the bride. My believed. One less problem.

Then I had an hour to listen to the memories of my grandmother. Tell a little about us. And there she gave us a few pillows, an old blanket, sheets slightly yellow from time to time. The guys somehow laid out the old sofa. It turned out that there was no metal mechanism there, but everything moved along such grooves carved into wood. I had to lie with Marina on the couch, and the guys agreed to sleep on the benches. Other options are not invented. Well at least so. Marina and I made our bed. The guys tried to settle down on solid benches. And it's almost midnight. The midge knocked on the window, as if she wanted to make a company. Outside the window was not accustomed to dark. Marina quickly pulled off her tights, then took off her dress and jumped into bed. The guys liked it, they cheered up and smiled.

- Let's get undressed and jump. - Marinka said cheerfully and gave me a hand.

- Can the light be turned off? - I suggested nervously and examined all those present.

- Yes, do not be shy. What. Let the boys look at your body. You will spend a minute in underwear, and you can not take off your T-shirt. - Marina did not stop and smiled at me.

Shivering passed through the body. I felt hot again, a drop of sweat ran down my skin. Well I do without panties. How to undress in front of them. Immediately there will be a bunch of questions. One Stepan sat and rather looked at me. Although it does not lie in jeans and stockings. I squeezed my palms nervously. My cheeks seemed to burn, as if I was by the fire. Slightly even nauseous beginning. Marina looked at me uncomprehendingly, in the morning I’m in front of her until she stripped to the goal, and here I am standing like a fool. Moreover, Stepa and Borya saw us naked before that. The silence was interrupted by the grandmother's snores. Everyone giggled slightly and switched to a closed door. I myself giggled and took a deep breath.

- Bor. Turn off the lights please. - I asked him in a low voice. - Or I'll turn it off myself.

- Marinka is undressed. And show us yourself. - he answered calmly and closed the old black switch.

- Yes, stop you! What are you like little ones? - I said offended, frowned and frowned.

- Ilon. Come on. Undress and lie down, and then go to sleep and get up early.- Marina tried to fit me and yawned so beautifully.

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