- In order to improve the quality of service your conversation will be recorded! - in perplexity, I took the phone away from my ear and almost pressed the end key. He stared with a surprised glance at the mobile phone screen: didn’t he confuse the subscribers, didn’t he accidentally poke at the Sberbank or Megafon service centers. No, that's right, the name “Nata” is highlighted, and in brackets the name of the metropolitan area, where she, according to her own assurances, lives and works.

"That's funny! - I thought. - Yes, Nat warned that the number looks like a direct city, but with access to her cell. And now what if the operator asks, for what purpose I’m calling, I’ll have to honestly admit, I want to invite your employee to a cafe to invite and then fuck? Or is it necessary in the automatic mode to press the corresponding key sequence? What is interesting? 2 is the two, 69 is the shout id, but what about the anal and vaginal in office coding? 83 or 85? "

But I did not have time to think out this very interesting idea for a statistician and a programmer, as the whistles were replaced not by a recorded, but by a live voice:
- TramPamSnabSbytInvest, Natalia! Hello, how can I help you? - Oh my God, and business something, business.

Well, it's good that Natalia! If there would be a male voice or another female name would sound, perhaps, he would hang up, would not bother how to find a person with an exceptionally rare name in the depths of the office jungle, without knowing his last name, department or internal number.

- Hello, Natalia! My name is DD, I came to Moscow from Ensk, we corresponded with you ... - damn, well, how to say “on Mamba”, if the conversation is really recorded ... - on the Internet, - after a second hitch, I find the appropriate wording, - and you gave me this phone to contact you.
- Good! - is heard in the tube after a short pause. - Be in touch, I'll call you.

And after a few seconds, I did not have time to put the phone in my pocket, the bell. From an unknown but already mobile number. It is clear that she. Not in a state-owned business, but in a cordial and friendly tone: hello, DD, how are you, when did you arrive, what are your plans and all that. In short, agree to see every other day, sit in a cafe, drink coffee, chat about this, oh, well, then we will see.

On the scheduled day, about three o'clock in the afternoon, following the sms-prompts of Nata, which car to take and which exit to use, I approached a large shopping and office center at one of the outskirts of the Moscow metro. He informed that he was already there, received an answer, it will be in five minutes. He smoked, and, blissful under the tender summer sun, began to stroll slowly along the windows of shops and cafes, wondering, by the way, which of the two seen best to go.

And here is Nata! A pretty, pretty woman of 40 with a small age, a brown-haired woman with thick hair, flowing down to her shoulders, dark blue eyes and bright lipstick, of short stature and graceful build, in a blue dress of strict cut and with only one phone in her hand, even without a handbag, came out from an inconspicuous door, not far from the main entrance, and unmistakably headed toward me, despite a considerable number of people, also someone or something waiting in the vicinity of the store. With her every step, an embarrassed smile makes her way through the business look - a harbinger of dating, which is known to be continued. I also smile broadly, looking Natalya in the eyes - her appearance pleases the man’s gaze, and courtesy and commitment are indispensable attributes of serious people, in this aspect they are especially pleasant, because the motive is not business interest, but personal interest.

Hugged, kissed, stood for a couple of seconds, holding hands. The smell of her perfume is very pleasant, and with our bodies we seemed to be in direct contact, and not through two layers of thin fabric.
- zaydem, sit somewhere? - I nod my head in the direction of the cafes, leaving the choice of a particular one behind the satellite.
- Yes of course! - Nat responds, and leads me to the third. However, it is in the same building, just the entrance around the corner.

Coffee, dessert, chat. Summary information from the Mambov correspondence and the meeting in a cafe is as follows. She is married second marriage, from the first she has a daughter and a son, already quite adults, for and under twenty to them. My daughter is a young mother herself, with pride and sincere love, Nat shows on the phone photos of her grandson, a funny little toddler several months old. The most interesting thing is that this boy turns out to be my countryman, for his father is not the legitimate and not even the civil husband of Natasha's daughter, and so far only the boy is my compatriot. Suddenly, however! In appearance the baby does not guess at all. It seems that this topic was often discussed in their family, because Nata, with a little tuck, pointed her elbow, said:

- See how it turns out? Our genes are stronger than yours!
“Well ...” I drawled. - In this particular case, yes, I do not mind. Does this guy marry your daughter? Suddenly he graduated from college and runs off?
- Where does he go? - snorted Nata. - In love with my ears, and now you can’t drag him away from my son. And even if that does not matter. After all, the most important thing is that we already have a child!

The son of Nata was threatened not by an early fatherhood, but by a year in the army. He studied somehow, ran hustling through clubs and girls, there were tails from the summer session, but he still didn’t take over the mind. Natasha had one more son, from her second husband, this fall he was to go for the first time to the first grade. I also told her about my children, their studies and hobbies.

As for intimate questions, such a picture was drawn here (for the most part, we corresponded to these questions during correspondence). Though she married early, she was no longer a virgin. And being divorced, she led a far from chaste way of life, was in active search. However, being in legal marriages, did not change their husbands. And the profile I got at the beginning of summer, preparing the intimate part of my Moscow trip, was the first attempt to find a lover, her first attempt at dating sites. Cause? Banal. Lack of attention from her husband, a meager amount of sex, especially when compared with the first years of dating and living with him, the desire to refresh the experience and feel desirable again. Moreover, the divorce was not discussed. The only thing that still said Nat about his wife impartial, besides the fact that cooled to her female charms:
- It does not allow me to get the rights to drive a car, even to a traffic cop myself, because it can be interpreted as an increased concern for its safety, who, if not a traffic cop, knows how dangerous Moscow roads are for inexperienced drivers.

In the sought-after lover for Nata, the geographical factor was important. She herself lived and worked in the vicinity of either the same metro station, or two adjacent ones, she could snatch a little working time for intimate meetings, and irregularly, depending on the workload, or about any evening or festive weekend meetings. there could be no talk, so an extremely important factor for a hypothetical future lover was the opportunity to meet in that particular area so as not to waste precious time on long trips to the venue. Of course, like most women, Nat wanted to find one man, and meet with him regularly. For this reason, when in the correspondence it became clear that this was not to be expected of me, there was a certain pause in communication. However, a bit later, when there were not a single offer among the many offers where the applicant would coincide with the addressee of his messages on the desired age, preferences, free time and geography, Natalya agreed to meet me for a coffee introductory meeting, despite my non-title non-Muscovite visitor status nationality. In the latter circumstance, she stated:
- I was born and raised in the Soviet Union, a staunch internationalist, and I believe that nationality does not affect whether a person is good or bad.

Well, advice to you so love, as they say? Especially considering the voiced still on Mamba ...