We were traveling in the same train compartment with a gray-haired, fifty years old, man in large, square horn-rimmed glasses. These are usually carried by writers or composers. Michael, that was the name of the fellow traveler, turned out to be a polite, sociable person. Without being intrusive, he, as a rule, did not begin the conversation first, but willingly supported him, complementing the topic touched with vivid examples from his life, which, as I understood, was abundant in them.

At one of the stops in the compartment, a short-haired blonde, thin as a reed, in a light, close-fitting mini-skirt that was so short that we involuntarily turned away, entered, fearing to see her white panties, whose contour clearly appeared through the thin fabric. Such girls usually use on the tennis court, and I had a thought that she had not confused the door of our coupe with him.

- This place is free? - She pointed with a small finger on my lower shelf.

“Actually, it’s mine, but I’m willing to give it to you,” I hurried to throw my case on the top shelf.

- Gentleman's decision! Do not climb a young lady in such a trendy outfit at this top-head, - a neighbor supported me, shooting her gypsy eyes with her slender legs of a pretty traveler.

“Thank you,” the girl smiled sweetly, “I'm glad I got into the company of gallant men.”

- Do not mention it. We are ready and happy to share our joint stay in these "apartments". By the way, how do you look at taking a glass of tea with us? - suggested a fellow traveler.

- LTD! This already gives Caucasian hospitality. You, by the way, not from those edges? - she turned to Michael.

- I had to. Now, unfortunately, there is not calm, but still it is more beautiful and nicer than places there, it is difficult to find anywhere, except in the Crimea - he answered and took out a bottle of brandy from the bag.

“This, unfortunately, is not Armenian, but also not bad,” Michael smiled and helped the lady put her bag in a drawer under the shelf.

I, possessing certain culinary skills, quickly laid the table while Michael and Sasha (that was the name of the girl) smoked cigarettes in the corridor.

After the first glass we boldly shared our brief personal data, diplomatically keeping silent about the profession. Sasha was twenty years old, she was from Sevastopol by birth, but she got on a train to Dzhankoy and followed me to St. Petersburg with me.

- ABOUT! I know your native wonderful southern city quite well: the monument to the “Flooded Ships”, “Primorsky Boulevard”, the beach in “Omega”, the Park “Victory” - Michael enthusiastically listed, slightly touching the girl's tanned hand. She involuntarily flinched, flushed. And although the age difference between them was solid, it seemed to me that she was pleased by the touch.

Sasha and I sat at the table opposite each other, and Mikhail sat next to the girl. In the heat of conversation, he, as if by chance, continually touched the palm of her knee, which looked very appetizing in a thin flesh-colored stocking from “Golden Lady”. Clinking with her, he now held his hand on her other knee, urging her to drink to the bottom.

“Actually, I don't drink ...,” she defended weakly.

- And I drink? What is there to drink ?! - Michael pointed to an empty bottle and took out the second from the bag.

I depicted weak approving claps, and the girl blinked in surprise with long, slightly tinted eyelashes.

“With such a pace, he will quickly bring her to the desired condition,” I thought, regretting that I had lost the initiative to my companion in courting such a beautiful and cultural girl.

... The train pounded with wheels, in the neighboring compartments they were already asleep, and fun was raging here. Mikhail pulled out a guitar that was lying on the other top shelf, and touched the strings.

- Come on, “Ochi black”, eh? - He turned to Sasha.

- And we will not get fucked out of the train?

- Not. We have a faithful defender. Do not you, Nicholas?

- What do I have to do with this?

- It seems to me that you are from the police. Is not it? - Mikhail asked.

- What do you! God spared. I represent here the interests of the tourism business. Do you want to ride you for free, baby, in all historical places of St. Petersburg?

- Oh! As I want! This is the first time I'm going to this wonderful city, Sasha clapped her hands.

- Well, so how? Will we drink or sing? - Mikhail asked.

- Eh! We will drink, and we will walk ... - she waited her hand hopelessly and lifted her glass.

- Is it possible to brotherhood? - Michael's eyes, it seemed, "devoured" the flushed girl.

- Not! It's not over yet, ”Sasha waved off vigorously.“ Tell me something interesting better. ”

- To tell? It's possible. But what about?

“About the zigzags of love,” I said.

- Um ... Then full attention. And, mind you, do not interrupt when I get to intimate places. Here, you know, you can't throw a word out of a song. It happened about nineteen years ago. Somehow my wife and I were invited by my boss to his seed celebration. Alas, I already forgot what, in my opinion, it was her birthday, but I remembered the well-laid table and the incomparable beauty of the young housewife. By the way, this happened in your Sevastopol, - Mikhail turned to Sasha.

“So how did this diva slay you?” - I asked impatiently.

- It was a woman of about twenty, about your age, Sasha. Tall, slim, with long legs, bright blonde with blue eyes like your sea, and plump red lips. But that is not all. It is not enough in the world of beautiful blondes. Than she struck down all the men in our company, and women, too, I think, this is her dress.

- I suppose, from the Cardin? - Sasha smiled.

“I don’t know from whom, but I've never seen anything like that.” It was not a dress, but a uniform fishing net. Imagine a half-naked woman wearing a large square dress tied with white nylon string. This is a shaped aquarium. She did not have a bra, and her nipples were sticking out in grid squares, flashing pinkish patches. Pants on it, in fact, was not there either. They were replaced by two strings: one on the belt, the other between the buttocks. Even the hairs in the "interesting" place is not covered.

“A very brave outfit,” I sighed dreamily, regretting that I had never had to remove this from a woman.

- Yes. And what is most surprising. She stayed in it so simply and at ease that it seemed as if she was wearing it every day. At first, the guests were simply dumbfounded, some were shocked, but as they communicated, they gradually got used to it and then didn’t perceive the outfit of the housewife as intensely as they had in the first minutes.

The fun grew, and it became clear that the hostess was the highlight of the entire evening program. The men lined up to dance with her. Imagine how tempting it was to embrace an almost naked woman in front of everyone in the dance.

- Yes. “This is definitely true chic,” I added.

- Oh! So cool! - Sasha supported me.

- What about her husband? Didn’t the worm of jealousy stir in his chest? - I asked, whimsical glass.

- What do you! It seemed to me that he was in seventh heaven from such a deafening success of his half.

“I can imagine what a buzz it is for a peasant to hold such a fairy in his hands,” I sighed dreamily, seeing how Mikhail’s hand snuggled into the girl’s knee and never left her again.

- Yes. The beauty of a woman is terrible power. I also could not tear off her greedy eyes, and when we slowly swayed in the tango and my palms felt the warmth of her buttocks through the rope squares, I had an overwhelming desire to master her right now, here, in the hall, on the floor, in front of my eyes these shuffling mustangs. She noticed this and, brushing a drop of sweat from the tip of my nose with her miniature finger, whispered mysteriously:

- Don't shiver. Calmly Every vegetable has its time ...

“My“ vegetable ”is already so ripe that I cannot bear it,” I muttered in response.

- Good. In five minutes I am waiting for you in the kitchen, ”she smiled slyly and snapped her finger at the tip of my nose.Soon, she quietly dissolved in the doorway, ...