- Artem. Should not have. Enough and tea. I'll pay for myself.

- Olga Mikhailovna do not hurt. You are with us and have suffered so much. I can treat one of my favorite teachers. Do not worry. - he reassured me and took off his jacket. - Are they studying in our class now or is it empty?

- Yes, they are studying. There 6 sits, but I do not have their lessons. Last year, all the windows have changed only, and there, it seems, nothing else has changed during this time.

Then we just chatted. He told about himself, about the recent session. I talked about teachers, school news. Order brought quickly. I was hungry and, on the whole, I was glad that Artyom had taken a meal, and the smells in the cafe reminded me of myself and my appetite went wild in earnest. I did not notice how I ate a sandwich. It turned out to be very tasty. It will be necessary to try to do these things at home. From just what sauce they smeared. I wiped my lips with a napkin and left traces of my red lipstick on it. Played music from the waves of the radio station. The last hits sounded. I caught a few views of Artyom on myself, but maybe it seemed to me. It became embarrassing, I'm older and was his teacher.

I bit off a piece of cake, washed down with hot tea and listened to his stories about life in a hostel. Although here, almost nothing has changed. The same nightclubs, nightly entertainment, eternal trips to the guests. One thing I didn’t think that the guys were so hungry all the time, I knew that they love to eat, but somehow I didn’t think so much. I smiled at his story and drank a warm drink. The cold left me. It became even hot and thoughts appeared to take off the jacket.

- Olga Mikhailovna. And if you want, I'll show you a photo of my room and uni. - He suggested and began to look for your phone on the pocket.

- Come on. - I agreed and drank the rest of the tea.

- I have a lot of pictures here. Even from school even. And from graduation. And at home and the video is. You were filmed there too.

- when? - I was surprised and tried to strain my memory, looked somewhere up. - I do not remember. What did you not noticeably do?

He smiled and nodded his head. Well, they were there to take. Here with these cameras. It’s good that during my school years the telephones were without cameras, and there were few that they could shoot about me. I just sighed. Artyom moved the chair in tight and sat down beside him. I could hear his cologne now. His knee touched mine. But we quickly withdrew our legs. It became so awkward. He quickly thumbed through the photo in the gallery. I saw nature, different educational materials, photos of some girls. Here began the photo of the room. He spun some more.

- Look. This is my room, and then there will be a university. - He handed me the phone.

- Good. - I took the gadget and started flipping through the photos. - Is this your bed?

- Yes. Places are not enough, so we put two tiered beds.

I just smiled. My sister and I stood like that. And so the room is quite nothing, not so terrible furniture, as was ours. Then a warning appeared on the screen that only 5% of the battery charge remained and suggested turning off the device. I just looked at Artyom.

- From, damn it. He is always like that. Discharges at the most inappropriate moment. - he just shrugged and took it from me. - Then I'll show you to the prom. There, as on the last call you give flowers.

- Yes, it always happens to them. - I just giggled and turned to look at a couple. - Yes, do not look. Throw me later in the mail.

- And the video? There in the mail will not work. Maybe you have a flash drive?

- Must be. - I wondered tried to remember the contents of his handbag. - How do you throw me on it?

“Come to my house.” I live here in two houses. And from the phone I will throw you and still have a couple of photos, their classmates have thrown off, but they are at home on the laptop.

The phone made some more sounds and the screen went out. I was lost in thought again. Now she stared at the multicolored bottles at the bar. How I will go to him. And his parents, what they say. I rubbed my hands nervously.

- Thanks Artem. Throw me a photo then. I'll write you the address on a piece of paper. I said, and began to rummage through my bag in search of a notebook.

- Olga Mikhailovna, what are you. Come on. It's just a few minutes. I will quickly write you down. - Suddenly, a former student began to persuade me. - And I'll forget something else or a loss.

- So you do not lose. From right back and throw everything. - I opened the notebook and started writing my email address. - And the video? You went out there so well. So years will pass and you will remember us.

I just sighed. What is there for the video is. Already the most interesting became. Now do you control who shoots what. Even in the classroom one cannot relax, they can shoot something, but not play or sit on social networks. I tried to recall the events of their last bell and prom. They are my first release.

“And your parents, what will they say if I come in?”

- And do not worry Olga Mikhailovna. There is no one at home. They went to Poland for goods. And no one else. Sister is married and does not live with us. So do not worry.

- Okay. - I nodded my head and took a deep breath. - Persuaded.

Artyom smiled at me. I put the phone in my pocket and started looking for money there. He took out crumpled small bills of different denominations. I started to fasten my jacket. Maybe pay for yourself. And somehow uncomfortable. I'm not his girlfriend. He probably understood my thoughts.

- You do not worry. I'll pay for everything. - he got up and pulled out different bills from his pockets. - You are going to me fast.

- Good. - I just smiled and rose too. - Buy yourself a wallet. How so money to carry.

- Ah. - He waved his hand and began to count the banknotes. “I'm used to it already.”

The girl waitress apparently noticed that we were going and she came to us with a bill. Artyom handed her crumpled notes of 10 and 20 hryvnia. She quickly counted them, put them in her pocket, and began to collect the dishes. Artyom quickly dressed, and we went outside. It was not so late, but twilight began to descend. Frosty wind hit in the face. The fine snow continued to fall. I threw back the hood.

- We go there Olga Mikhailovna. - Artyom showed and he wrapped himself in his jacket, hiding from the piercing wind. - That house over there.

- So it's very close.

- Yes, I told you that there is a couple of minutes.

Well, that does not go long. I carefully watched the road. Enough, that almost fell once, the second he may not have time to grab me. We quickly reached his home. The usual nine-story building. I glanced at the rows of windows. In many lights were on, hanging New Year decorations. Garlands shimmering with colorful lights lifted the mood of the gray winter day. Artyom quickly dialed the code on the metal door. These were set in many homes before the last parliamentary elections. We went to the old elevator. He made rattling sounds coming down from somewhere above.

- We are on the seventh floor. - inviting me with a gesture into the opened cabin Artem said quietly. - Come on in.

- Thank. - I thanked and entered.

The floor figures were slowly changing on the old red indicator. Something reminded me of the assessment. I smiled to myself. She shook her head over the silly associations. Here is the long-awaited seven. With such a nasty screech, the door opened. Artem came out first, and I followed him. From the jacket he took out two keys and began to open the door of the apartment. I took off the hood and began to unbutton my jacket.

- Go through Olga Mikhailovna. - He invited me and opened the door wider. - Take off your clothes. Hanger over there. Slippers, if you want you can take my mother's.

- Thanks Artem. I'm fine as it is.

Quite an ordinary apartment. The new repair contrasted a little with the old coat hanger at the door. I hung up my jacket, threw off my boots. Started in the bag to look for a flash drive. The guy also took off his clothes. I finally felt at the bottom of the desired object. That's always what you need falls to the bottom. I put the flash drive in my jeans pocket.

- Come on in. There is my room. A little not cleaned do not be alarmed.

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