In the courtyard of an elite apartment building, rain began to rain when a slender lady in a beige raincoat slipped inside the entrance. This was not the "entrance" in the usual sense. It was a warm and spacious hall behind a doroguschy massive door. Already going to go out, the elderly concierge stopped just before going out with an umbrella in his hands.

“Larisa Evgenievna, and I have already taken out an umbrella for you,” a little old man spoke with some emotion, but respectfully spoke.

“C'mon,” the girl replied with a smile, passing by and heading for the elevator. “It’s close to the car.” A couple of steps.

77-year-old Sergei Gavrilovich didn’t treat anyone so respectfully, even though Larisa was hardly his granddaughter. Here you can not explain in her beauty and well-groomed whether the case or for some other reason. For example, a few months ago, the girl even saved his life, to some extent. When the concierge was about to start looking for a new person, an old bald security guard at the entrance didn’t suit all the tenants, it was Larisa and her husband who jumped in and convinced several of the most active neighbors not to rush into this matter. The house and so guarded around the perimeter of the yard, so that the entrance was not the most key link in the security system.

- How are you? - asked the girl, waiting for the elevator.

- I'm sorry, what? - he did not hear right away.

- I ask how are you here?

- Aah, ok. When I see you, then everything becomes good at once, - the old man joked kindly, to which the girl radiantly smiled.

- Good evening! - elevator rushed up.

The Manakov family lived on the 32nd floor. They drove here two years ago, when Larisa herself turned the same age, so she and her husband liked to make a curious analogy. It was not the largest apartment in the house, but for the young couple the place was just a lot. Large rooms, a kitchen with a studio room and a huge panoramic window offering a beautiful view of the park a few hundred meters away. Now, however, the window was covered with automated curtains.

With relief, Larisa came off her high heels, casually throwing off her shoes with a slight movement of her feet. The apartment is poorly lit, although the contours of furniture can be distinguished, and all at its disposal. Husband - Andrew, was a young and promising manager in a large company. A good position, a very high income and a comfortable life, but a catastrophic lack of time for household chores and a beloved wife.

However, the girl was already accustomed and treated with understanding this situation. She did not complain about life, because she could afford much of what the soul wished. The problem, as usual in this situation, was reduced only to a lack of communication and regular sex. It did not help even the fact that Andrew gave his wife to the same company. Because of his business trips, they did not see every day.

Cloak hung on a hanger, her purse fell on the floor under him, and Larisa looked into the bathroom. In front of the mirror, she tiredly turned her head, massaging her neck. The day was hard. In the reflection was a fair-haired beautiful girl, with regular features and plump, slightly pumped, lips. A button by button, a white shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the halves no less beautiful than herself, breasts in a thin snow-white bra.

She opened her shirt, put her hands on her belt, and looked at herself. She ran her hand to the sides, tummy and grasped a very small fat fold around the navel. She was slightly overshadowed by her, but she was never too self-critical and understood that in any case such a slim figure would have been envied by many beautiful women.

Meanwhile, having figured out now with the skirt, which quickly slipped over the robust thighs clad in stockings, the girl headed in the same way from the bathroom to the spacious hall, getting rid of the shirt and bra on the move.

The bright light of the illuminated screen of the smartphone, in which Larissa was looking through the messages, lit up her elastic young breasts in the dark. Having looked through the tape for some time, she reached for the switch, but after a second, looking around the room, she screamed. In a large chair sat a thin man in the same family shorts.

“Eh, slow down, slow down! ...” the unknown spoke up, noticing the girl’s reaction and trying to catch herself before she called for help. - Easy!

Larissa had nearly slipped from her place several times, but remained indecisive.

- I'm Uncle Andrew. I came to stay, - he rattled all this literally in a couple of seconds, and then got up and hobbled to the girl.

Here Larisa came to her senses that she was standing in some stockings and panties with suspenders, and ran into the nearest room with a bullet, covering her swinging chest with her hand. She barely ran, she slammed the door and pressed herself against the wall, trying to catch her breath. The girl frantically ran her hand over her face and eyes, as if checking the reality of what was happening. Swallowing, quickly began to dial the call.

- Yes.

- Did you ... bring someone ... to the house? Uncle or who is it at all? - not finding the words first, nevertheless formulated the question.

- Oh yes. Damn, uncle is ... Uncle Vasily ...

- This is very nice, but what the hell?! ... - Larissa interrupted her husband. - And you can not warn?

- Well, I ... Yes, simple ... And what happened? - Andrei asked more seriously.

Larisa did not immediately answer, but only shook her head in indignation and ran around the room like a lion in a cage.

- Nothing! - dropped the call and threw the phone in the chair. This is her husband's office and there was hardly anything out of clothes here. No exit.

After a couple of seconds, the blonde's head peeked out from the open door and appreciated the situation. The man again sat in the chair, and quite calmly, which even surprised Larisa.

“I apologize, of course, but could you turn away?” Or go out or what? - it sounded rather rude from her lips.

Vasily got up again and then the girl noticed that the little families on the man were slightly bulged in the groin area.

- To ... Where to go ... in a sense? Outside?

- Yes, turn away at least! She raised her voice, to which her husband’s uncle obediently responded and turned away from the wall.

Quickly running through the room and being in the bedroom, Larisa began to gradually recover. She dressed in a home suit - very thin soft sports pants and a jacket, and then she caught a stupor. Just sat on the bed and began to think.

It is not known how long, but she heard voices outside the door. My husband returned and talked about something with his uncle.

- ... yes it happened, uncle ... - was heard before Andrei looked into the bedroom.

He looked at Larisa strangely, just putting a hand to his chest, as if apologizing, and went into the dressing room. And then, nadybav some household clothes, he returned with them to the hall.

Again voices. Laugh. As if there was nothing. But so it is for Andrew. After all, he is not aware of the form in which his wife appeared before a relative. Larisa was overcome with doubts, but, nevertheless, it seemed to her not quite ethical to sit in a room and, gaining her spirit, went to support her husband. Get acquainted with Vasily as a human being.

- ... well, you see, Andrew, such a bitch got caught and didn’t appreciate the peasant, set up children against me ... - said the man sitting at the table in his shirt on the plow and sweatpants. Noticing Larisa, he immediately stopped short and interrupted the story.

“Oh, dear,” Andrei smiled. - Let's get acquainted, as it should. This is my uncle Vasily. The closest person to me in childhood. Strange today, of course, everything turned out. I apologize to both of you. But work, you understand. I did not have time to warn, - he addressed it to his wife already.

- Yes, I have something to ask for forgiveness. Et I apologize for scaring your little wife. She just from the doorway, did not have time to undress, or go into the room, and then I run hither. Forgive me, daughter. I took off my clothes, did not figure out how to lie down here and where. Tired out of the way, - he sighed, as it seemed to Larisa, a little simulated.

Now, when Vasily could be considered in more detail, the girl noted that ...