The love of a bandit or an affair with a Gypsy

Nina tearfully remarked and pouted her plump lips.

Very good appearance, Ilya thought briefly, not like a colorless and spineless sister. Oh, you wouldn't be a teenager…

Ilya stroked his back appreciatively and noticed a beautiful smooth curve, the result of dancing lessons from the age of six, the chest is undeveloped, but still ahead, the face is almost perfect.

– Baby, and let's go to my house?

Nina chewed her tongue in her mouth, mumbled something inarticulate, but she had the willpower to shake her head negatively.

– Well, silly, don't be stubborn. Let's sit for a while, watch a new movie "Harry Potter and the prisoner of Askaban".

– "Prisoner of Azkaban" is correctly spelled with a "z", Nina automatically corrected, but neither for her nor for him it did not matter in principle.

The hunter saw that the victim had swallowed the bait and he didn't care about all consonants, no matter ringing or deaf.

The victim has already realized that she will go. She knew it from the very beginning, but common sense, strangled by stupidity, still tried to resist. The second passion, besides Ilya, were books and films about Harry Potter. Nina was waiting for the release of each new book as a holiday, so common sense realized that he had no chance, lay down and died.

– How far do you live?

They were walking briskly towards the Marino metro station. Nina tried to take her lover by the hand, but he pretended to straighten his clothes.

She's obviously worried about my reputation – she whispered, like stupidity whispers to dead common sense.

When Nina repeated her question, Ilya replied that he was not far away, on Rimskaya Street, near the Rimskaya metro station. Ten minutes walk.

After the subway, they walked not ten, but all forty minutes. Nina was tired because she hadn't eaten or drunk anything after school. They approached an old, five-storey Khrushchev house without a combination lock and the guy, still playing the role of a gallant cavalier, opened the front door to the entrance.

Nina was sharply hit in the nose by a distinct smell of ammonia, human urine and (or) cat urine, but from the fact that the door to the entrance was prudently closed, although not locked, the smell apparently stood here all year round. Ilya lived on the fifth floor and Nina went through four circles of hell with him, with vomit, a lying drug addict, whom Ilya simply stepped over, and Nina practically carried over him. On the fifth floor, where all the cigarette smoke was rising, Nina realized that the first floor with a breath of fresh air was not so smelly anymore.

They went into a corner apartment with a door lined with red dermantine.

– Please go to the bachelor's lair! Ilya optimistically turned on the light and Nina immediately saw two cockroaches that disappeared somewhere in the direction of the kitchen.

The poor one-room was so cramped that Nina already saw the window of the room on the left from the corridor, and the kitchen window on the right. In the middle of this creation of human insanity called "housing", the island "toilet \ bathroom" stood proudly, which divided the kennel into sleep and devour. The furniture was very poor from the distant fifties: a sideboard on thin legs with a rectangular door in the middle, which became a table for no clear reason, and at the top there were two glasses that moved apart towards each other, and if it was necessary to get a service or documents, then he grabbed one glass with his fingers and gently "pushed" it towards his friend. At the same time, the whole service rattled, the glasses rattled, and on the porcelain cockerel, in which most men hid vodka so that their wife would not guess, the lid threatened to break. Two chairs with thin legs were pushed to such an extent that it seemed that if you sat in them, you would need all the physical form to get back up. And the crown of the furniture was a huge couch in the middle of the hall, thoughtfully covered with a clean sheet. The sheet smelled fresh and Nina realized that it was the only thing she liked in this house. Nina sat down right on the sheet, but not because she wanted to make love, but because it was the only pleasant and clean place in the apartment.

Ilya, obviously unaware of Nina's true intentions, visibly winced.

– Baby, wait, take your time, but what about your jailer?

Nina shuddered:

– What jailer, Ilyusha?

– Well, Harry Potter.

– Yes! Nina jumped up and clapped her hands.

What kind of stupid kid are you, Ilya thought with bitterness and resentment, and added under his breath:

– Really, very beautiful …

– What, Ilyusha? I didn't hear, Nina took off her denim jacket and hung it on the back of the chair.

She was beautiful in a dark school skirt and a light shirt, loose hair beautifully framed her face, wide and thick eyebrows added depth and expressiveness to her bright huge eyes.

– And why aren't you twenty, – Ilya thought, and added aloud:

– Baby, I'm going to find a CD and bring something to chew and drink.

Nina was so happy that she forgot two of the most important things before going to visit a stranger. But Ilya has been a close friend lately, you will say, and you will be right.

Yes, even if Nina remembered two golden rules of behavior in an unfamiliar apartment:

(1. Warn anyone mom, sister, girlfriend, neighbor, but so that at least one living soul knows who you are with. 2. To name the address of the stay.), then she wouldn't have done it anyway. She was too carried away by Ilya, the adventure, the upcoming premiere for her, Nina Konstantinovna Zotova, will be a screening of a film that has just been released on the screens of Europe and America.

In the early noughties, cell phones were gaining popularity exponentially. Therefore, in 2004, even the modest Zotov family had a fairly large but reliable Nokia 3310. And if Nina had not ridden a sea horse through a dubious "lair", but sent her mother or sister an SMS with the address, then many terrible events could have been avoided.

If common sense had risen, he would have asked stupidity where Ilya went to look for the disc if all the television equipment consisting of a poor silver Funai and a video recorder for him was here, near the bed of love. There was no smell of a disk drive anywhere, but we'll omit it.

Common sense was dead and there was no one to ask questions.

Nina settled down with her feet on a clean sheet, the couch creaked with exhaustion. The girl was afraid to stretch her legs back, thinking that she had broken a rarity. One side of the couch was leaning against the wall, on which hung a large brown and burgundy carpet that reached from the door of the room to the window itself. Nina tried to lean on him, but when she touched him, she disturbed such a cloud of dust that she coughed.

Ilya returned to the room in strange dirty shorts and with a bare torso. The ninth-grader has not seen her god in such an outfit yet. But he was still good. The first impressions of the entrance and smell have passed. Sitting on the sofa, Nina watched with a sinking heart as Ilya approached her with a tray.

There was a bottle of open Soviet champagne on the tray (although there was no sound of the bottle being opened, but would Nina have paid attention to it?), two pot-bellied glasses made of dark, colored glass filled to the brim with sparkling drink, three quarters of an apple with bones lay in a plate forlornly, the fourth was chewed by Ilya.

– Baby, help yourself, a wonderful wine for a beautiful girl!

– Thank you, Ilyusha! Nina broke into a smile and took the glass in her small hand, obviously expecting a toast. But since the guy waved his glass in one gulp, the girl took a little sip from her own.

Nina rarely tasted alcohol, her mother allowed her to drink a glass of wine on New Year's or birthday. Therefore, Nina was not a black sheep among her classmates, she knew the taste of alcohol and could take a sip at the disco. But she never got drunk in the trash and did not vomit in the school toilet, like some girlfriends who had an iron curtain at home, and at school discos they broke loose and drank everything in a row. Then the parents of such girls came to school with terrible scandals, blamed teachers who forced their children to lap up swill.

Nina knew the taste of Soviet champagne, but this one seemed too bitter to her.

– Silly, for love to the bottom! – Ilya literally guided the stem of the glass until it was empty.

Nina felt bad right away. First the room floated, and then Ilya floated. He bent down to ask something, smiled, but the drugged girl no longer heard anything. Her eyes could still focus a little on objects, but sense of hearing was completely gone, as if the sound in the room and in the whole world had been turned off. The hungry young organism, not poisoned by toxins, passed out instantly, once Nina in a semi-conscious state hung down from a clean sheet to vomit, and then the sound turned on again. Ilya yelled and cursed, called her very bad words, and she just smiled stupidly and kept wanting to remind her that "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" is written and read with a "z", not a "s". It was getting light outside, Nina opened her eyes and moaned. The headache from the light was so strong that the girl almost lost consciousness. After catching her breath a little, she stirred. Nothing hurt except my head. Once in her childhood Nina had a concussion, she was constantly sick and vomiting, in the hospital they put her on a bed and gave her medications and strictly ordered her to remain completely calm.

Nina remembered where yesterday she could have fallen so hard that she again received such a terrible concussion from which she felt sick, constantly wanted to vomit, and the headache was close to torture. Then she noticed Ilya sitting next to her, enthusiastically reading the contents of her phone.

– Oh, baby, you are awake! Well, you're my silly, you got drunk yesterday, like the last pig, behaved madly, and also attacked me. Practically raped me.

A church bell was ringing in Nina's head. The tongue has stuck to the lower palate and to part of the lower teeth. There was a taste of bile and a rotten egg in her mouth. She tried to open her mouth, but then slowly got up and walked along the wall to the toilet.

The toilet was so small that it was possible to sit on the toilet only with the door wide open. The walls of the toilet were plastered to the ceiling with naked beauties with appetizing forms. But looking at the toilet bowl, the poor women on the posters could only sympathize, because they poor, had to sniff the rusty, leaking sewer for years, the brown toilet bowl, which in its distant youth was white and immaculate, and the layer of feces that the unfortunate busty girls from the posters not only sniffed, but also contemplated.

Nina threw up without closing the door behind her. Bent double with her legs, she was standing in the hallway, and her face was over the toilet. There was no strength to go to the bathroom and wash, Nina fell on the bed.