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It is strange that he didn't drive about on a cabriolet and didn't speak so me on "you", all time is so courteous an on "you" and with a certain constraint as if, I could crush him, smear as an insect, a slipper. Our views met. He hesitated a little, a went then to my number, passing through a winter garden. I only fleetingly smiled, finishing drinking the stupefying white wine from an improper container. Time went, a he didn't knock. I even began to think that he not ko to me went, or was at all dissolved somewhere on the road, but there passed ten more minutes, and the guy after all was knocked. It was too silent as if, he was knocked on a window to the married mistress. "Your turn to wait" — I thought. I wanted to test it, to find out whether he will stand or at once will leave, drawing in a tail. I never loved flabby laying which even the desires to be afraid. They weren't interesting to be operated, that most that to take away the broken doll from the sister and to return ee in the worst state: there will be no tears or offenses. So and here. it is written for Ya I poured a new portion of wine and I began to savor not only drink, but and o thoughts the employee. "Still you wait for everything? No, you left because the spineless snotty numskull" — new thoughts didn't give me rest. I came off a window sill, and, clinking heels, approached a door. My hand easily laid down on the handle, second of expectation, and I opened a door. "You only look, this moron still waits for everything!" — the sarcastic smile appeared on my face. — the Asshole is confused, I unless called you? Can, called and invited to herself in number? — I ask with a jeer in a voice. My victim is rumpled, but doesn't take eyes from me, an amazing combination of constraint and tactlessness. — I it simply wanted to call you on zavtrakzasedaniye court tomorrow, an it all dressed up from a needle already today: a jacket, a light shirt, a very expensive figured tie, the polished shoes. I impudently consider him from the head to legs, representing what he could be without all this tinsel, only in one collar. — You are hungry? — quietly I ask, all without allowing the subordinate to come into my number yet. — Ne I know — the potential laying for my legs briefly answers. His uncertainty begins to strain me. I do a step forward, I wind a tie on the hand and I pull the employee directly on myself that the stranglehold stuck into his neck, causing inconveniences. — do You never know anything how you in general graduated from the university, pigheaded? Though for what you will fit today. 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