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And that though somehow to get out, in our department such know-how was thought up. That person at whom were though what-to relatives or acquaintances there went to the concrete city. Doing a muzzle by a brick, he remained with them those several days while solved office questions. A after return from a business trip issued the receipt allegedly from hotel with the most admissible accommodation sum for poor state employees, put from where-to the got stamp "Is paid", there was enough accounts department of it, for nothing nobody remained. And when after another planning meeting above, the manager. department I read the name of city Afinograda, all children and girls politely looked at me and impolitely stuck with fingers — here he and will go. Our collective was amicable and rallied, knew the friend about the friend everything and even more, and wasn't a secret that in the marked policy I have also relatives so the parties of the wife, and the army companion. Still I forgot to tell that if point of sending was rather nearby, then having the car preferred to go the course, a not on public transport. Of course, nobody paid gasoline, but if said that tickets are lost, then at presentation of the reference from railway or bus station, on the minimum tariff expenses travel cards were refunded, too there was certain plus in it, let not financial character, an it is simple for convenience. So that also I went by the car. I lived three days at the friend, smart he had a mansion, accepted me by the highest category, but he had business trip, it would be indecent if in absence of the husband I continue to live under one roof with his young wife (as and it is necessary to the nouveau riche — the second) and the one-year-old child therefore the next three days I, skrepya heart and creaking teeth, lived at the apelike cousin of my spouse. Sex with the wife of the friend, a that more with the mentioned cousin won't be, even not mechtaytea with someone will be? My friend had a novelty, modern for those years — the Internet. For connection via the modem on dialing, disclosure of pictures on half-minute you wait — but the Internet! It was something! And he, in number of other "miracles of light" having shown also the website of acquaintances, I was kidding and I created on me the questionnaire. I, honestly speaking, at first also I didn't understand for what. I thought that it can be found in such fashionable way "night butterflies". I told it why such difficulties if it is necessary, a purchase in the booth any newspaper with announcements in the section "Leisure", but somehow I don't want to spend for it money, a he in the answer "yes you understood nothing, look". Also shows that having switched-off the "intim for money" filter, but having included "sex on 1 — 2 time", too it is possible to find women. And at this moment on the website there is online only one woman. She. The heroine of my story on a name it is absolutely unimportant, the most usual name, but with the nickname "Tais". Read — we know! I try to prove (an is accepted in time of an evening dinner not less than 300 grams on the brother) that even on a nickname it is clear, this is the hetera - the courtesan, there is a prostitute, in translation from Ancient Greek. No the friend didn't read Efremova, Balzac. Also proves lack of ee of material interest elementary and visually — enters with her correspondence. From my questionnaire. And she answers. And what-to is asked in the turn, a by him, pretending to be me, gives answers from my name. The conversation reaches exchange of numbers. My friend Virgil gets the mobile phone, I assume, bringing ee number in contacts and to write to the answer. And too late reaches me that usually the person the number of cellular remembers by heart. I am enough him a hand with a mouse already how it is pressed the Send button and on the screen in a window of dialogue I see not him, a my number.— Well you did an ill turn to me, the good fellow! — I speak to him, allowing to understand that I am dissatisfied with a dead giveaway of my telephone number. — Yes throw, nonsense all it. Here it has no affairs any more as to keep ringing to you. You write down to yourself ee number, there will be time, call. A there already as you will manage. — Boys, you weren't tired on a porn yet - to the websites to climb? — the whimsical voice of the wife is distributed from the first floor. — I should call mother. — All Everything, we are disconnected, you can call! — the friend separates communication and says: — give don't brake, write down ee number until the wife rose here. I called Tais in the evening of that day when I for the first time remained to spend the night with the cousin. Just with boredom it was also a little curious whether Virgil told lies. The conversation was what-to crumpled. I didn't know, than with it to tell o, she in the turn, probably, understood that I have a curiosity, a not aiming at a meeting, answered in monosyllables too. At last, having gathered determination, I blurt out: — A that if we meet? Give tomorrow? — If in the afternoon, then I can in a lunch break. The cafe is "such-to", in an hour of day. Will you find? Na to a corner of "fifth street" and "the tenth avenue". — Naidoo. As do we learn A the friend's friend? Laughs: — Ne be afraid, we learn, we won't be lost. Learned, weren't lost. The nice woman near soroka years, white, blue-eyed, with melirovannymi hair, the average growth and build, with a gold watch for some reason on the right hand (then still I joked, really Putin so is pleasant to women, give under him hair do). The conversation behind a lunch and behind a dessert was then more brisk, than by phone. For me I became the most remembered detail following: Tais had three daughters: one student, other schoolgirl, the third still went to a children's garden. She worked in what-to office nearby and when it came o to a repeated meeting already with the purpose to retire, told that she after work, will wait for me at 6 in the evening at an entrance to cafe. It was clear that it is necessary to look for the place. I bought the local newspaper, I began to look for. In the general, I found. Of course, I tried to gain at the price therefore that on couple of hours nobody handed over, only by the day. Well, I got on what-to deaf grandma — the hostess who agreed to sit several hours on a shop while I am ee the temporary lodger. As she explained me the address - it is the comedy pochishche Kamedi Klab. I slykhom didn't hear o that lane where allegedly there was a building, an it for some reason didn't know those central streets and avenues according to which I went every day there and back. I began to explain on signs, approximately so: "Beloveds, well as you will pass that drugstore where the manager at Fedorchenke (their first secretary of times of stagnation) was put, tama the round bed will be with florets, still beggars tear them, yes at a grave of the Unknown Soldier sell for three rublika, curtail on the left, but not very much on the left, a directly on the left, and go to yourself until an epicure you see also turn there big stands behind vodka, in the yard and stop by. Oh, the silly woman I old, turn that at Gorbache was, a now there cooperative, forgot the name. Yes you ask any where there was an epicure, znamo business, всяк will tell you" .no Tais, sitting in the car, I told me both about drugstore, and about an epicure, and I showed a circle with four forks which exactly so and could be characterized — "strongly on the left" and "directly on the left", and even neponyatki with names of streets became clear: the old woman remembered them as Lenin, Kirov and Revolution, then as 10 years they were Stolypina, Rasputin and Democracy. The yard Vo isn't possible to come around, directly at the first entrance the truck with furniture unloads. A to us is necessary to the sixth or seventh, the building big - figurative as time near a direct corner of letter "G". it is written for vbabe.mobi Tais without any confusion rises so me by the third floor, unperturbably greets so the old hag who having goggled eyes studies ee, hoping that it is what-to acquaintance and as she will tell gossips. Having received the payment and muttering under a nose "a