The story I want to tell you about is developing before my eyes, so to speak, online. I will not hide, she intrigues me very much, for this reason I wanted to write a story while everything is fresh, without losing detail. This story is about a friend of my wife, let's call her Catherine (name changed). I became acquainted with her about a month after meeting my future wife, although I had heard about her from the very first days. My wife has no sister, and Catherine was for her both a friend and sister, and the most trusted person. She knew about the life of Catherine, probably, everything, and I believe that Catherine knew a lot of personal things from our life. To the credit of my wife, she never told me anything about the personal life of her best friend, the more surprising was her desire to tell me in detail about the latest events.

Now briefly about what I knew about Catherine before this day. A girl from an intelligent family: the father is a military man, the mother is a school teacher, and Catherine, following the advice of her mother, graduated from the pedagogical institute, but she did not go to work in a profession, but found a well-paid job in a company and expanded the ranks of office plankton so unloved by the people . Catherine worked in the business center, and since she was a prominent girl, from the very first day she attracted the attention of the male part of the team, and soon, pickup lovers of all stripes began to actively storm this height. But realizing that the usual methods in this case are ineffective, many retreated and turned their attention to other girls. Many, but not all. Ilya, the future spouse of Catherine, initially, like everything, counted on a light, pleasant, and, most importantly, non-binding romantic adventure. But literally a couple of days of unobtrusive courtship, realizing that this is not the case, imbued with respect for the girl, and how it does not sound trite, he looked at her with his eyes not wanting everything that moves the male, but a guy who is close to the most important choice in my life: choosing a companion. I will not bore you with the ups and downs of an affair, although, thanks to my wife, I was aware of all the developing events. I will announce the result of this novel: the couple signed and has been happily married for eight years.

Due to the fact that my Lena and Catherine, as I wrote above, my friends did not spill water, we quite often, by the capital's standards, met four of us. In summer at dachas, and in winter and spring, apartments were celebrated on holidays without fail, especially we were loved on March 8 and February 23: feast, competitions and gifts, well, you know, we had a rest. Taking into account our close friendship, I will not hide, I was very attracted to Kate, but, firstly, all the meetings were held under close monitoring of my trembling spouse, and secondly, most importantly, Katya never gave a reason very cheerful and charming, but never, not for a second did she hold her gaze longer. And men feel it, believe me. In short, Catherine was an exemplary wife for Ilya and everything would be fine, but for a long time they had no children, to be exact, about seven years. This did not interfere with marriage and the relationship between loving spouses, but the guys had a great desire to have a child. My wife and I often discussed this issue, and together we hoped that one day Katya would tell us about her interesting position. And such a day has come, Elijah was in seventh heaven with happiness! Pregnancy passed without complications and now in the family of our friends a new little man appeared. A small but very important person was named Bear, in honor of his grandfather.

The events I tell you about happened in the summer, Mishka was 8 months old by that time, he hadn’t walked or talked yet, but was crawling quite tolerably.The decision to rest on the sea was made even in winter: the option of Cyprus and Spain was considered, but in the end, it turned out that the tickets were bought in Batumi. A slightly unusual choice, you will agree, but after listening to the background, you will understand everything.

Ilya, as I wrote above, during his acquaintance with Katya, worked in the same office building, and in the eight years that have passed since the day of their acquaintance, he did quite well. He served as head of one of the departments of the company and in his submission there were four people. The whole story began with an annual award, which was written out for the entire department, and Ilya, dividing the amount into equal parts, announced to the entire department information that soon everyone would receive a pleasant and very substantial bonus. Literally on the same evening, one of his colleagues suggested to Ilya an alternative distribution of the premium: not to divide the amount, but to buy property in the city of Batumi: an apartment studio with renovation and furniture. As it turned out, a colleague had been nurturing this idea for a long time, but he couldn’t save himself, but here you can donate the entire premium to buy at once, although the owners will be five people, but the summer season in Batumi is long and everyone will have time to bask in the sun and fully enjoy all the joys of relaxation by the sea.

The proposal was made for general advice and, after a brief discussion, was accepted. About a month later, the studio was purchased and framed by Ilya, after some time all summer days plus September were divided among colleagues.

Katya, as the wife of Ilya, was the first to choose the period of residence, and her choice fell on the last two weeks of August, plus a week in September.

Ilya could not afford such a long vacation, and the couple decided that Catherine and Mishka would fly first, and Ilya would join them later, and at the end of the holiday, they would all return to Moscow.

The ups and downs of her summer vacation, Catherine, told me when she arrived in Moscow, to my wife, and the latter told me in detail.

The story of Catherine (first person)

Ilya escorted us to passport control. It was a little sad, for two whole weeks I would not see my beloved, for such a long time we did not part with him.

- Honey, do you remember everything? At the exit you will be met with a sign and straight into the apartment.

- Yes, Ilya, I remember everything! Just can not imagine two weeks without you. Surely die from boredom.

- As long as you settle down, you will understand what's what, enjoy the sea and the sun, you see, and you need to meet me already, so above the nose!

- Yes, Darling, the concierge's keys, Alex had to leave them yesterday, if somewhere you have inconsistencies, call me right away, I'm in touch!

We hugged each other, Ilya finally kissed the smiling Bear’s nose and I went forward with documents and a child in my arms. I do not like to turn around in such situations, although I was confident that Illya would stand in the same place until we finally disappeared from his field of vision. I do not know why, but my heart was sad and dreary.

And taking off is the most beloved moment of mine, I don’t even know what to compare it with - it is such a firework of emotions. The mood gradually returned to normal, and upon arrival, and at all, it became excellent. Indeed, and what is sad, we are on vacation, you need to breathe the fresh sea air and think only about the good! With these thoughts, I walked over to the window where the concierge was sitting.

- Good day! I should have left the keys to the apartment number 217, you probably need to present a passport?

The concierge looked at me in surprise.

- Wait a minute, I'll find out.

The man typed in someone and talked in a language incomprehensible to me for a couple of minutes, and then he turned to me:

- The girl, nobody left the keys, a young couple lives in the apartment, you can go up to them on the elevator, I will spend you.

I was surprised, but nothing terrible happened, maybe the guys just lingered or decided to personally hand over the keys to me. Although, according to the original plan, they had to move out a couple of days ago and leave the keys with the concierge.

We stopped on the 22nd floor, the concierge helped me unload things from the elevator, and here I was standing at the door of the apartment I needed. Five minutes we do not open, and I'm already starting to get a little nervous, but then there was some kind of cringe behind the door ...