I looked at the dashboard and saw that there was less than a quarter of gasoline left in the tank. To my right I flashed a sign "Lipetsk-30 km" with an arrow to the right and across the bridge. Ahead of the lights seemed brightly lit refueling, I started to slow down, turned on the "turn signal", drove to the site, and stopped at the first column. At the gas station was deserted, suddenly from out of the darkness popped a tanker man, in a greasy jacket and pants, and headed to the car. I silently nodded, and showed a hand, fingers spread, and went into the room filling. In response, he, too, nodded, and deftly grabbed the gun with "I-95" gasoline.
– Good night, Light – I read on the name tag of the girl standing behind the counter.
– Hello.- Dryly and officially answered she.
- "First", "ninety fifth" liters thirty.
- Okay, anything else?
- Yes, – said I, and in this moment in my pocket rang mobile, - one second. Hello, there. - I turned into the microphone.
Hello "forest heart", the voice from the other side was a sleepy toli toli drunk. And I didn't even recognize him.
- Good ... What can I do?..
– What do you want – can we "Nekropol" still with the Institute remember.
Another more sober but less familiar voice rang out of the receiver.
"Yeah, so, not wrong, "Necrophiliac" is the nickname of the Institute Kiklevich Roma, who is the other?"– I thought.
- Seriously?..- I asked.
– Stas, where are you? Roman's voice rang out again.
- At the gas station near Lipetsk, home food.
Come join us. We're sitting so well here.…
– Where?
My house.
Is it comfortable? - I looked at the clock on my left hand, half past ten.
It's just the two of us. You come, I'll tell you. – In the tube short beeps were heard.
- Yes, Sveta, two bottles of cognac, a glass of coffee. – I turned to the saleswoman and looked in the wallet for the money.
Three minutes later, frantically pouring himself a fiery coffee, jumped in the driver's seat of the car, started it and pulled away. Drove with clear speeding, on an empty road, slowing down only in front of the cameras. A hundred kilometers to Voronezh, I flew for 40-45 minutes, and an hour later already turned off the engine in the yard of a panel nine-story building. Around the corner. Aha! Small, but round-the-clock pavilion "Visit-products" clearly worked, and behind him were clustered a few of the local "buhariki". Bought to cognac oranges, tangerines, dates and lemon. Piled it all in a package, and ran to the entrance. I pressed the intercom button, but there was no answer. "Or late, or went for an addition". I thought At this point to the entrance a girl came up and opened the door.
- Good night. I said and slid into the entrance behind her.
At this time in my package two bottles of "Peat" with four asterisks on a label weighty rang. Together approached the Elevator, I pressed the button. The doors opened instantly. The girl came in first, I followed her.
- Which floor? - I asked gallantly.
– Fifth. She said, looking at me with tired eyes.
- You won't believe me, either. - I smiled, pressing the button.
The Elevator stopped, I jumped out first and approached the familiar door. Pressed the call button, knocked on it with his fist, hard, heavy, and pressed the call again. And at that moment felt behind the breath, turned around. In front of me was my companion, and looked into his eyes, holding the keys to the Romkin door. I learned them at once, on the keychain – a small round "Christmas tree", carved from a piece of beech in practice, I have the same on the keys.
– A... - I of the right swallowed and asked. – Roman Niklewicz live here?
"Here..." She paused. Lives Jan Niklewicz, – another pause, – and the novel, too, lives here.
– And You? I exhaled with relief.
– And I here live – - she smiled.
- I Stas-classmate Roma – I finally caught the keys out of his pocket and showed her his "Christmas tree" as a password.
– Hedgehog? She asked. Actually, Aperence, but you can do that.
– Nastya. She introduced herself and opened the door.
– Go.
"Thank you," stepped into a huge hall, turned on the light,
- almost a year here was not, and nothing has changed.
"Well..." she said blankly.
And went into a back room, which was previously the nursery.
– Pass.
"Well, well" – I thought. And went into the hall. In the middle of the room there was a Coffee table, on it there were several plates, an open bottle of "Kinovsky" five-year-old, two cognac glasses, and an ashtray. Putting the Brandy on the table, I went into the kitchen, taking with him dirty plates. Passing by the former Cabinet, looked into it. Now the baby moved here.
– Nastya! - Quietly, but confidently I knocked on the door, and it opened.
The girl stood with her back to me in some thongs, and the first thing that caught my eye – a black mole right in the middle of the left buttocks.
– Yes! She said, turning her head towards me.
- Can I talk to you for a second? Sorry! - I jumped out and shut the door.
– I'll be there. ...Before me stood a beautiful young girl in short shorts, tight-fitting small elastic ass, and a white t-shirt size so three or four more of it. Long brown hair cascading over her shoulders, front and back, which is neat, but a little strange bristling ears. And, all those same tired greyish-green eyes.
– Is there something you wanted?
- Yeah, if it's not too much trouble, give me a quick update.
It's simple – …
- I'm sorry,I'll let myself have a drink.- I said, and quickly brought a bottle of his"Trophy".
Pulled out of the bar two cognac glasses, poured two fingers in both. From the package took out the dates, opened the package and moved closer to the interviewee.
– Tell.
– Six months ago, Roma was fired while he was looking for something new, they lived on Ankeny maternity, and all. You know what that's like. And then I turned up, they offered me a room to rent, not expensive, but also a penny in the house, and live.
She stopped. Looked like I daresay lemon. Picked up right-hand glass, left – fished, the date of packaging. Clink glasses. Drunk.
That's clear. Specifically now, what's going on?
– Roman, found some work, but not shaky, not shakily, about three weeks working week sitting at home.
"I see –" I nodded.
Opened the bottle and splashed more on his throat.
– Well, that, and the day before Jan with Milena was put in the hospital, nothing serious, just an annual survey.
– I realized – and raised his glass.
Nastia essentially repeated all movement for me. We had another drink with her.
– And last night there was some Vitaly toli toli Basil...– She thought.
–Vitaly Vasiliev, – I said – nicknamed "Bob".
- Yeah, you're probably right. – With these words she went to the refrigerator, pulled out a bottle of Coca-cola, splashed himself in the glass.
Will you?
"No," I smiled. - I prefer clean, with him bodun tougher. She laughed. Squeezed out and threw a slice of lemon into her cocktail!
– Well, where are these heroes now? - I asked the most rhetorical question of the evening.
- How did you end up here?
– By car from Moscow. At Lipetsk at half ten Necrop called me and said that I was driving only with a something took. I'm at the gas station bought, – I showed on the bottle – came here to "Visit" eat took. Called the intercom silence, and here you are.
– Don't wait – Sigh Nastya – and tried to call?
No, of course – I smiled foolishly and reached into his pocket for his pipe.
At this moment, someone tried to open the front door. The castle several times dryly snapped, but the door did not open, there is once again closed, and commenced the castle, and knocked loudly at the door.
– Damn, stupid me, said my companion, and rushed to the door,
- I'm on the inside latch.
It's normal, it happens, ' I said and leaned on the wall behind her. She turned, latched, and stepped back, leaning against me. I put my arm around her waist, put my head on her shoulder, and whispered:
– Silently…
She did not escape, but rather leaned on me back. In such pose we stood for a minute, then at a door again knocked.
"Open," I shouted. - Come on in, forest brothers.
The door opened, on the threshold of stood (there is no, all same') two bodies because, that on one stand they could not. Their faces were decorated with at least two days of stubble. In hands they held the fourth bottle of champagne, two of which were open and obviously empty.
– Oh! Hedgehog, do U already started Eber!
Piano made a similar pun Bob, poking at Us with a Nasty finger.
- Vitalik, - I turned to him, pushing the girl behind him – - I'm very glad to see you. But if mom and dad don't teach you how not to point, I'm just gonna break them, okay?
–Oh, come on, he was joking, began to apologize master.
Get the dishes.
I grabbed them from the hands of corked champagne, and handed it to Anastasia.
- Put it in the fridge, please. – I asked her.
Without saying anything, she went into the kitchen.
Well! nice Men! I exclaimed, opening my arms.
In them, immediately collapsed this two-headed monster, hitting all the fumes. And I almost fell down with them. The only thing that saved us was that I leaned forward a little. We had a student joke: "If you are drunk in the winter in the woods met a bear of a connecting rod try to face him out of phase". Of course I poured shampoo on open bottles. Vital loudly smacked me in the ear. Then the two crept (as far as possible in their condition) and proudly swaying gait, went into the hall.
Where are you guys? We are waiting for you in the kitchen!
Yeah, now. - Announced Vitalik.
– We are waiting for. - I closed the door and went to Nastya.
– Sit with us? - Turned to young girl.
- Yes, you can a little bit, tomorrow off.
I just don't want to drink in the pigsty, and Smoking they are not ladies.
- Right, and I can't see them anymore, drunk, they don't dry up the second day.
The door opened, and, issuing some hissing-buzzing sound, apparently, meaning the rumble of the aircraft engine flew out of her two-headed serpent Gorynych, flew into the kitchen, and shouting I go to land-collapsed on the substituted chairs. I poured, drank for the meeting. Guys speak almost could not, but tight eating salads that Nastya pulled out of the fridge, and asked constantly to add. Forty minutes later the bottle was empty, and the boys asked to smoke.
– Well, let's go. I said.
Vitalik fell asleep without even finishing his cigarette. Roma said:
- I feel like shit, and I can't move, even though I'm almost sober.
– Believe, man! I've been in the car for eight hours, can I use your shower?
- No problem, shower gel on the shelf. …
I have everything with me.
I climbed into the abandoned in the corner travel bag, took out a towel, toilet set, and went to wash. And of course of habit just opened the door to the bathroom and... naturally got into a very clever situation. In the bathroom under the water jets were Nasty, and massaged his chest, left hand and the right was rubbing himself with the sponge, going from flat belly to crotch. She stood with her eyes closed facing me. I'm just stuck on some point, and came out of the stupor for a second before she opened her eyes.
"I'm sorry –" I grunted, and jumped out the door.
- STA-Ah-Ah!!!! A scream came from behind the door.
- I didn't see anything, sorry. I replied.
- Yeah, but I'll kill you anyway!!!
I went to the hall, took the second bottle of cognac, returned to the kitchen. Sat at the table, poured myself another 70 grams into a glass. Take a sip. The bathroom door swung open she turned out to be Nasty, his head wrapped in a towel, in blue t-shirt, but is also several sizes larger, but the shorts remained the same. I showed her to a chair and pushed a glass of coke and brandy. She sat down, took a SIP from a glass, sharply reached to me and slapped a ringing slap in the face. I ran a hand on the left cheek, and Nastenka jumped from her place, sat on my knees and gently kissed on the lips. I put my arm around her and gave her the same gentle short kiss.
– Forgive me. I whispered in her ear.
– It's me, silly, she has not closed – she poked his nose into my ear.
- I didn't knock, and I didn't see the light on. NASTEN, I'd like to take a shower after all.
– Okay, go. Not for long. - She got up, moved to the next chair.
– I'll be right back, and kissed her on the cheek.
I didn't close either. Turned on the hot water, the jets hit me in the chest, dived under their head, turned around, substituting the water back. Soaped his head with shampoo, washed his face and neck. Dripped shower gel on a washcloth, long rubbed his armpits, chest, back. Again I stood under the water, elastic hot jet drummed on the skin. Soaped the scrotum, took off the shower head, dumped the head, washed it with running water. Returned the shower in place, switched to cold, again dived under the jet with his head, exhausted almost silently (I do not like to do so, but once a week still force myself). Jumped on the Mat, closed the water began to quickly RUB oneself with a towel. Wore clean panties and a t-shirt, jumped into jeans. Shirt crumpled and threw in the package, on top lay other dirty things. Anastasia sat in my seat and looked at the almost empty glass that twisted leg fingers, the door to the bathroom which at this point I went out. She pushed across the Desk to me a glass of brandy. I picked up his hand, holding the leg between the middle and ring fingers ... ... that's how it's done right, drink cognac warmed to a temperature of 34-38 degrees. Then his taste is fully revealed, the alcohol evaporates to the sky, and on the tongue there are only substances in which a bouquet of flavors is hidden... ...the Edges of the glasses are touched, issuing a melodious ringing. I drained the glass to the bottom in one gulp. Approached Nastya kissed her on the lips, she replied. Got up, put her arms around my neck, legs around my waist.
- I'm so drunk, take me to my room.
I opened the door to her room and gasped. The twilight of the room flinch in the flames of the candles. Spread the bed in bright scarlet tones. Barely perceptible notes of rose oil in the air just filled the atmosphere with romance. I felt some excitement in some parts of the body, and it seems not just me. Putting the girl on the bed, I took off my shirt, slightly lifted her t-shirt, kissed her navel, ran his tongue up. She arched, helping me to remove her t-shirt which in a second flew somewhere on the window sill. Her small, but very firm Breasts with huge nipples sticking out of excitement, struck me. I lightly bit the right nipple, and began to suck. Rose from breast to neck, kissed her lips, nose, cheeks. At this time Nastya unbuttoned the belt on my jeans, I got up, took off his pants and panties, unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down. She got up on her elbows, then sat down, picked up my penis. A slight movement brushed hair away from the face ago. Gently touched the cock with his lips, pulled him into himself, began to suck. I reached out and gently began to massage her lips, even more exciting this beautiful girl. Then she just leaned back, spread her legs and showed me her house. I hung over her with my whole body and tried to get into it. Immediately I did not succeed, so she helped me, tucking his hand in his cock, narrow, vagina. For ten minutes I tried very hard, and then just put it in the knee-elbow position and fell in behind. Half an hour later I finished. We went to bed. Waking up, I frantically reached for hours, the sun brightly lit the walls of the room. Nastia was lying on her stomach with a sheet over from the waist to the knees. On my "Flight" arrows showed a quarter to twelve. "Sleep well," thought I, "though the fact that to sleep we went to bed at about two, that's okay." Got up, went into the shower. Having left, got into the refrigerator and found there almost nothing except one and a half dozen eggs. Well, that's a great and nutritious Breakfast-scrambled"student". Write the recipe for anyone interested: the Dish is prepared on the principle of "porridge from axe". Open the refrigerator and find: the last tomato, sweet (Bulgarian) pepper, carrots, onions. Tails smoked and boiled sausages are made, old sausage, last cutlet. Cheese. Boiled, fried and (or) mashed potatoes, or rice or buckwheat (potatoes with porridge is better not to mix). Green. Tomato juice, ketchup, mayonnaise. In General, everything lying around in the fridge, but have not yet the gap. And of course eggs, at least 3 pieces per person. Take the biggest frying pan, vegetable oil and start frying it all in a pan (except cheese, ketchup, mayonnaise, and herbs). In a separate bowl drive in all the eggs and lightly whisk them, add salt, spices. When everything is fried in a frying pan, pour the eggs into it, and bring to readiness, turn off the fire, sprinkle with grated cheese on top, fill with herbs, pour ketchup and mayonnaise. Cover with a lid and call everyone to the table, for two or three minutes, while the people are going at the table, the cheese will melt, the sauces will spread, and everything will turn out insanely delicious. When everything was ready, Vitalik and Roma fell out of their room. Very wrinkled, with a heavy look. There was a can of cold beer in the fridge for them. And I put on our plates with Nastya portions, poured into the glasses of juice and headed to her room.
- Good morning, Nastenka.
- Breakfast in bed is so romantic. She smiled, and raised herself up on her elbows, kissed me on the cheek.
- What did you do yesterday? Candles, rose oil.
– Yes, but you understand... – Suddenly she hesitated.
"We're not getting anywhere – "I continued.
- Yeah ... Well, it was. I said. - We have almost ten years of difference, I divorced six months ago.
- I have, too, more six months, not was no one. And yesterday we drank and – - Well, that's all, everyone understands. - I finished my juice, took my plate and left the room.
II 31.12. NN years
I woke up early. The last day of the year promised to be very eventful. Should something to buy some to new year, congratulate relatives and close, as not strange, but hungry debts (and that, the good habit in new year without debts, I even loans more than on 10 months not I take). Mark gathered as always at Romka in the country. And in the evening of the thirtieth they with" Vasya " went by car there – to heat the furnace, to warm up the house, to clean snow, and to bring an order, I all day went on shops bought products and gifts. Today in the morning Necrop had to return to town and go to work. Vitalik Vasiliev remained on the farm. And I had to bring there the wife Romka – Jan and children for dinner, and to help her in cooking, to heat a bath, to marinate a barbecue. In General, to prepare everything for the beginning of the holiday, which was to coincide with the arrival of Romka and Tanya – girl Vitalik. Nastya remained in the city to look after the apartment, she was going to celebrate with her friends ... ... at twelve o'clock twenty-three minutes heavy, loaded to the eyeballs Skoda "Octavia" with four passengers left the city on the Rostov highway, half an hour later, she turned off the road to the country road and scraping his belly in the snow, slowly crawled towards the suburban village " Tamlyk»…
– At the time, the traffic. - I said, Janke, taking the bags out of the trunk.
Yes, the Rum for two hours in traffic to lose, she said.
- Well, now we just have to prepare and wait. Said I, and shouted, – Vitalas, come out and help.
Because of the house they heard the steps of someone heavily squeaked in the snow. The gate gently opened, and before us appeared "Vasya" in the hat with earflaps, old army jacket and boots.
- Cheeto tresch. - With some Caucasian accent he asked.
- In, hi, - guerrillas, - Laughed Jan.
Yeah, "Berdan rifle" it only is not enough. - I stated.
- Stop fucking around, than help need to?
- Help me get my bags out. - I said and went outside.
For fifteen minutes we dragged everything into the house. Children played in the garden, Jana rattled the dishes in the house. Vitaly and I smoked in the yard.
– How was the trip?
– Normally, the city was still half-empty. I think it'll be dead by three o'clock.
– So, Yes – "Bob" spat on the snow, is a city with a million people, lived.
How are you? - I asked.
- Normally, in the house already plus twenty, by the evening it is possible to heat and more. Left to chop some more firewood to heat the bath, and... – He thought, – what about the barbecue?
– The meat has been cut and dunk.
- Then, everyone, let's go! – The last time he was delayed and deft flick sent the butt into an old bucket, reserved for the ballot box.
I also finished Smoking and went to the house to barbecue. House Niklewicz is a relatively new one, built by Racisim grandfather in the mid-eighties of the last century. It is large, two-storey, made of foam block, lined with brick. Downstairs there is a small entrance hall, which is used as a kitchen in winter, because there is a furnace and stove, and a table on which there is an electric stove, there is also a refrigerator (in summer it is prepared on a semi-open veranda). Two small bedrooms and a huge hall with four large Windows facing South, West and East. On the second floor-a large common room with a balcony and panoramic Windows to the South and West, and three bedrooms. In General - everything is great. Minus only one-the second floor is almost not heated, and it is not designed for life there in the winter. Half an hour later the meat was already marinated. "Vasya" took off his jacket and waved a column, turning four cubes of birch wood imported in the autumn into chocks, and four-year-old Victor took them several pieces and put them in a woodpile next to the bath. Jan – heavily chopped salads, something cooked. Little Mila slept in a wheelchair in the hall. I went outside, and went to the bath, set up a ladder, climbed on a small attic for brooms. This time only birch and oak. Couple of years ago a Necrophiliac showing off and steamed with fir. He took off three brooms of each breed, from there he took out a small carpenter's ax. It was made of some super alloy at the aircraft factory, and I gave it to Romke on his twenty-fifth birthday. Took the brooms in the steam room, turned on the machine, screwed in the light, the Light caught fire.
– Stas, a joke remember? - Vitalik asked, buttoning up a jacket and lighting a cigarette.
– What? –
"- Do you have water circulating?
– Circulates.
- The bath works?
– Functions.
- Then it's a one-person ticket.
- Aren't you going to wash your ass?»
Yeah, there was. I chuckled.
– How?
- Yes like all works. The lights are on, even though "the heater" caught on fire, and then... "the feces has passed, passed urine, but mathematics was filled in."I picked up a small chock, and began to dissolve it into splinters.
– Victor, ask mom dry paper for kindling. I asked the kid, played all around us.
– Yes! Uncle SAS,-he swallowed the letter "t" in my name for some reason. A minute later, he ran out of the house with an armful of Newspapers in his hands.
– Here! – He handed it to me. \
– Well, let's go to work the stove in the bath, – I winked at him.
– Uncle Vitaly continues let the ax swing.
The firewood was dry and light, and within five minutes the fire in the heater was humming. And I stuffed the furnace almost to the eyeballs and went outside to smoke with a sense of accomplishment. ...It's always just relax and Bang you on the head from behind with a bottle, and then understand you're a paratrooper or just on the painted bench sat my Phone in my pocket rang precisely at the moment when I hid it lighter.
– Yes? I said, releasing a stream of tobacco smoke from my mouth.
– Stas, go nuts! A nervous voice sounded in the receiver.
- What happened?
You haven't!?
– No. And in General even not leader was coming.
- Then get in the car and come get me!
- ROM, explain, you, clearly, what happened?
- Diesel I have has frozen!– Necrop at the end was clearly angry and nervous.
Didn't I tell you, "Buy a car with a petrol engine"?
– Said.
– Did I not tell you: "Refuel at the gas station of large networks"?
- I continued to mock my friend.
– Said.
- Now sit alone in the snow under the tree and wait for the new year.
– Stas! Well! Come.
– Wait, said. - I barked and dropped the call. Vitalik turned around.
- What happened?
Roma's cold.
– In terms of? Where?
- His diesel's frozen. – I explained.
- I followed them with Tatiana.
– Clearly.
So, you want the particular important task: half an hour will go to the bathhouse to see the temperature, and stoked.
- Yes! - With these words Vitalik stretched out to the string and put his hand to the ear-flaps. - And ... No I'll ask that. And you – - I again wondered,
- Let's go get the grill.
–Give. – Agreed Vital.
The grill was buried in the barn under a bunch of hoses, polyethylene, rags and some other country accessories. But five minutes later it was removed and placed on a pedestal in the middle of the yard. - I'll call you when we leave town. And you'll light the grill. All I have to go!
- Come on man! Wait.
I rushed home. Took off his work jacket, quickly put on the front sheepskin coat. – Ancic, your mouflon the machine was broken, I followed him. Huge favor to ask you stir the meat in the blue pot. Every hour-and a half, more often not need to.
– Nicely. Where Is Victor?
- With "Vaska", wood carrying helps. I flew! He kissed her cheek and ran outside, slamming the door.
To the city flew in a flash, but the road back to me not relish. I entered the city and turned on the Navigator. City stood in traffic jams, still not fully, but already in many places especially in the center of the, far me and need to. I scored Another.
– Where are you?
More at work. Going out.
Where's Tanya?
- We're going to my house in an hour.
- The order is accepted, the taxi will be on time! - I tried to make a joke.
– Wait. Roman chuckled and hung up the phone.
I was lucky, some congestion I could not avoid, but mostly slipped through the secondary streets and courtyards. And twenty minutes later was already in a familiar yard. Turned on the disk, found Sinatra "Let it snow" and fell into a kind of borderline state between Nirvana and half-awake. Ten minutes later, an old heavily understated and tinted Toyota flew across the courtyard with a roar and roar. Stopped at the entrance. From it came the guy opened the passenger door, almost by force pulled someone out of the cabin, closed the door and sat back with the slip pulled away. Looked closely and could not believe his eyes, squatting, leaning on the door, sat Nastya. She put her arms around her head and buried her face in her lap. I jumped out of the car and ran over to her.
– Lord, Nastya, what happened? I asked.
She only squeezed her face more tightly into her knees, and made no reply. I went down next to her, put one hand on her knee, the other on her head. It is finely vibrated my whole body. Now I heard her sobbing softly. I reached out and kissed her on the cheek.
- Nastya, nice, calm down, that happened? - I tried to find out something. She only shook her head in response.
- Get up, let's go home! – not loud but confident voice, I turned to the girl and began to lift her.