- Oh, please forgive me.
"You will forgive me," smiled the unfamiliar boy. "Your wine."
"It's all right," I reassured him, picking up my glass.
The second exactly the same wine glass with white wine appeared on the bar. "For you," said the stranger. Choking, we drank.
"Are you alone here?" - he asked.
- No. There are a lot of us here, "she laughed, shaking her head at the noisy company at the other end of the hall.
- Bay! Quite a lot of beauty, and not a single man, "he remarked.
"We have a bachelorette party," I explained. - We'll marry my girlfriend next week. So they arranged a farewell party, so to speak. And who are you with?
- With friends. Exclusively male company. Bachelor Party, - he said.
- Clear. Probably, one of the friends was going to marry?
"Well ... like that," the guy hesitated and quickly translated the conversation to another topic: "Maybe we'll meet?" I'm Vova.
"And I'm Zhenya," she smiled coquettishly.
"Have a drink, Zhenyura?" He winked. I was not at all swayed by such familiarity. Probably because Vovchik really liked me?
After about forty-five minutes , or even more, I realized: "I'm sorry, but it's time for me to go home."
- Really? And your friends, as I look, are in no hurry. "He nodded at the girls who were having fun.
"It's good for them, they'll be dead tomorrow, Saturday, after all," she sighed.
"Have you any business since this morning?"
"Oh, better not even ask," she grimaced, as if she were suffering from toothache.
- Why? What's the problem? Let's settle it, "Volodka snorted.
"Unfortunately, you will not decide them."
- And yet, what is the essence?
- And the point is that my boss is a goat.
Vovka laughed heartily.
"I do not see any reason for merriment," I said. - Such a grief, a person is a clinical idiot, and you are crying.
"Yes, that's a hard case." Only where does tomorrow morning?
"And besides: their majesty the boss of the whole company ordered us to leave on Saturday, you see, the company did not complete the plan." You might think work on a day off is a panacea, a rescue for the firm. Moreover, this moron threatened with dismissal, if someone does not come out.
"Yes, well, you have a tough boss," Vova resumed, chuckling. "Well, if you really need to go, do not you mind if I go to the escort?"
I thought: why not? And what prevents me from continuing my pleasant acquaintance? Because at the moment my heart is absolutely free ...
"I do not mind," she said. "But how are your friends without you?"
"They'll do," he turned around, looked at his friends, and added: "They've been so pissed up that they will not even notice my disappearance."
This is snow! At last! I cried joyfully as we went out into the street. Squeezed her eyes to the flashing snowflakes.
"You're my snegurka," laughed Vova.
"Well, at least not a snowman," I snapped, adjusting my hat.
"No, no, Snegurochka," he repeated.
"In that case, you are Santa Claus," I continued giggling frivolously.
"There is not enough staff, a sack with presents and a beard," he replied in a tone to me.
- What kind of Santa Claus without a beard? - I burst out laughing, taking Volodya by the hand.
He tightly squeezed my hand, and we walked along the street, unclenching our hands, like a loving couple.
"In general, I can not be Father Frost," he joked. "But you're so cute, like the Snow Maiden."
"I do not want to be a Snow Maiden," she vomited, pouting her lips with a pout.
- Okay. And who do you want?
"Queen," she answered dreamily.
- I agree. You will be my queen. What do you want, Your Majesty? A star from the sky or snowdrops in the winter?
"I have not figured it out yet!"
On the way, we were fooling around like small children, throwing snowballs. Already near my house as the last point I put Vovka footboard, and he was in a huge snowdrift. But I myself could not restrain myself, laughing, crashing to Volodya from above. His face was so close ... Eyes and lips ... I could not resist and kissed him. The first ..
"Let's go to you," he croaked.
We kissed and at the entrance , and in the elevator, and on the stairwell, and in the hallway. I was overwhelmed with such tenderness ...
And then this tenderness was replaced by a crazy passion. There was an interlacing of hot bodies, and shameless caresses, and incoherent confessions of love ... I fell asleep, clinging tightly to Volodya's chest, inhaling the stunned smell of his cologne and smiling happily. And when I opened my eyes in the morning, I found that instead of a loved one I embrace a pillow. For several seconds I still thought that Vova silently, so as not to disturb me, got up and went to the kitchen to make coffee. For a moment, it even seemed to me that the aroma of freshly brewed coffee was in the house. I quietly laughed and sweetly stretched in anticipation of a pleasant surprise.
But time passed, but nothing happened.
- Volodya! She called out loudly. "Darling, I'm already awake, by the way!"
But in response - not a single sound.
- Vova! She shouted once more. Nothing broke the silence.
Only now I suspected something was amiss. His heart ached painfully ... He left while I was sleeping. He escaped. Like the last coward. But why? I had no answer to this question.
Instead of going to the office , as the chief demanded, I suffered all day.
What kind of work can there be if my beloved man escapes from me ?! I was intensively looking for all sorts of excuses for him, to put it mildly, strange behavior and, naturally, I found them. After all, in fact, a person may have a thousand reasons for hurrying somewhere, running headlong! And why on the sly? Yes, elementary! He just decided to let me sleep after a stormy night. Caring ... Until the evening in the depths of my soul there was a hope that Volodya was about to ring the door. I'll open it, he'll go into the hallway, pick me up, curl up, kiss and carry me to bed. Then we will make love for a long time, and enjoy our intimacy.
He did not appear on that day or the next. I wanted to die. Or lie on the couch, turn to the wall and never get up. I called to work, to lie, that I was ill, but, hardly hearing my voice, the chief informed me that I had been dismissed.
I alternately then cried sobbingly, then silently melted away alone, then I fought in hysterics. I did not live, but existed in some fog, moved around the apartment like a somnambulist and did not see the light at the end of the tunnel. More or less recovered only after about ten days.
Gradually resigned to his losses on all fronts. Began to send out a resume, go for interviews. Volodya tried not to think about it. Because the wound of the soul has not yet healed ... A month has passed. Once there was a ring at the door. Volodya stood on the threshold.
- Hi. Did not expect?
- Why did you come?
- Explain everything.
"Well, try it," she said bitterly.
"Remember when I met you, did I have a stag party?"
"You said one of my friends is getting married."
- No. That's what you said. And I just did not say anything. I did not admit that it was my wedding.
I was literally dumbfounded.
"I did not know that I would meet you." But nothing could be changed. I got married. Then there was a honeymoon. Only returned. And immediately came to you.
- What for?!
- What do you mean why? I missed it.
"Get out ..." she said through clenched teeth.
- You should not do this, Zhenyura ...
- Get out! Cried the evil.
He left. And I felt sorry. Not yourself. And his wife. Which he will surely deceive further, having sex with queens of one night ...