Stories of one night
  


An extraordinary tale unfolds in Alexey Mukhin's captivating story, uniting a diverse cast of characters with a common desire for love and warmth. Despite their differences, they must navigate through mysticism, passion, love, and high-stakes pursuits filled with gunfire. In just one night, they find themselves in seemingly insurmountable situations. Dive into this thrilling world of unexpected twists and intense emotions, and discover if the protagonists can overcome their challenges to find happiness.   .





 

Stories of one night



Actresss Diary 

Gukovskiy! Gukovskiy!

Huh? Pavel answered drawling, not understanding who might need him at this moment, when the material has not been ready yet, there are loads of documents on the table and the turned-on computer starts to annoy with the same type of icon.

I should change it, a thought flashed through his mind.

Go to the chief, a voice materialized in the form of his colleague Sveta.

Pasha nodded. The edition office was already noisy. Everyone was running with papers, showing something to someone. Sveta, after passing him the chiefs request, sat down at her desk and began to call on her mobile phone, tinting lips with one hand.

How can she manage to combine it all?  Pasha thought.

The asshole (its the nickname of Alexander Pletnyov  a skinny blond tall guy who was constantly mocking at Pavel and making fun of him) was telling something to Natasha. Sensing that Pavel was looking at him, he turned around.

What are you staring at, Celentano? Go, the chief calls you. What are you staring at, slow poke! He drawled the last word.

Natasha, a busty brunette, laughed as always.

What a beauty!  Pavel thought.

He stood up, straightened his fashionable scarf and headed to the chief.

Hey, Celentano, the asshole called him. Who are you, Gukovskiy  a Pole or a Jew?

I am a Jewish Mason! Pavel retorted.

Sanya, why did you pick on the guy! Sveta intervened.

Oh, our protection has woken up!

Well, thats enough! Sveta shrugged and stared at the monitor.

He can not stand up for himself! Alexander did not back off.

Shall I pour some water over your head? Pasha asked.

Just try it!

Okay, enough! Pavel said.

He waved his hand and went into the chief editors office opposite. The door was closed, and he knocked softly.

Gukovskiy, come in.

How did you know it was me? Pavel said, coming in.

How, how Only you come in like this  always guilty and very long.

After hearing the morality of how one should come into an office, Pavel thought, while looking at this, no longer young man: Why are they all so alike? A bald spot on the head, certainly a white shirt, a tummy and short legs (well, they cant do without them, do they?), piggy eyes, darting for you in search of some other disadvantages. Maybe, the chief editor is a nationality? Just look at Chinese  they all look alike!

In short, Gukovskiy, we need material from you! You are a social lion here.

You even have a nickname, which everybody envies  Celentano! In general, you need to write something about Yarskaya Sorry, his phone rang, and the chief editor picked it up.

A secretary entered the room and laid some documents on the table for him to sign. The editor pointed her at a chair, and started signing the documents.

I said, about Yarskaya!

Fuck you! Pavel snapped after a pause.

The chief editor even stood up in surprise.

How are you talking to me?!

The secretary, a young girl, graduate of the Faculty of Journalism, dyed blonde in a short skirt, who was sitting on a chair, got embarrassed and stared at Pavel, too.

I will not write anything about Yarskaya!

Fling mud at her gently, delicately.

No!

Pasha, do you want to get salary?.. Thats all, Lida, you may go, he ordered to the secretary. She obediently left.

Semyon Semyonovich, this woman will remain in the history of the Russian cinema. We wont be here, and she will be remembered. She is a star, one of the rare ones. And there will never be the same one on the horizon.

Pasha! Pasha! Pasha! You are talking about different things! Its advertising for them! Yarskaya is a bright name. Now everyone is talking about her Well, take an interview.

She does not give interviews until the fall.

Ill fire you until the fall! He said a quiet, measured voice. Do you understand? He stared at Pavel. Take that act of yours when you poured water over Sanyas head Well, everyone is laughing at you. Everyone knows that youre in love with Yarskaya as a boy despite your many years. Well, you should somehow You offended your friend.

Pletnyov is not my friend!

Well and to hell with him And I

I will not write a single bad word about Yarskaya! Pavel interrupted him.

Get out of here! Youre fired! Just sitting here, with no sensible material from you! Pathetic scribbler! Everybody writes! Everybody lies! And youre of the decent ones, its even disgusting! The newspaper must be bought, and for this there must be something written in it Try to enter a shop without money and take some sausage. And in a bid to pay, just say: Oh, I have no money You know, I did not write nasty things about Yarskaya and thus was not given salary So, when they give you your sausage, then we will not write nasty things! Is everything clear? Well, who Im telling all this! So, either you quit or interview Yarskaya. If no  youre fired! And without further talking!

The chief editor was shouting. He even turned red from screaming.

You know  Pavel made a pause. It was clear that he was going to say something that  I wanted to tell you this long ago. Youre such an asshole! Pavel said the last word with relish, focusing on each letter.

What? The chief editors eyes began to leave for the desired orbit. I am an asshole?! You Get out of here!!! He yelled with all his forces.

Pavel went out, banging the door especially loudly. He went into the office.

Sveta looked at him intently. Then she got up and came closer to appease her friend.

Pasha, whats up with you?.. I heard shouting even from here.

Im so sick and tired of everything! Pavel took a seat. Working your ass off here I worked for him from the very beginning Ill leave, Sveta.

Pasha, what? She leaned closer to him, touched his hand.

I I  He began to drive his hand from side to side. Im a pathetic scribbler, good-for-nothing!

Well, come on! Do you really pay attention to it?

He remembered everything: lack of private life, nickname Celentano, because Im ugly, and not so charming, as he is

Pavel blew out his cheeks and slowly let the air out. His eyes blinked under the glasses and began to fill with tears.

Im leaving.

He rubbed his eyes, already full of tears, and sighed.

Then he took his mobile phone and wallet out of the top drawer and left.



Lena, where are you going? Sergey asked, trying to stop her.

Sergey, leave me alone! Lena pulled down his arm and headed for the hallway.

Lena, dont leave! Lena, dont leave! He stood in the middle of the hallway repeating the same thing.

Sergey, I dont love you! You know that.

You are so beautiful, you can not even imagine

Im sick and tired of all of you!!! She yelled with all her forces and cried.

Im still a person, and not just an actress. Im not playing a role, I want to say something, and you just have to listen.

Sergey came over and hugged her.

Sergey, I dont want to live like this anymore. Im leaving you! She pushed him.

For Cheburashka?

She looked at him angrily.

Misha is from him, huh? Is it true? Sergey stared into her eyes.

Misha is from me, she said quietly and walked out the door calmly.

Elena Mikhailovna, where are you going? Her guard Mikhail tried to stop her, watching his tearful boss leaving in a short slinky dress. And it will be evening soon.

A luxurious cloud of hair swinging at each step of hers rested on her shoulders.

Her gait was from the hip. Moreover, from such luxurious hips! She was as graceful as a swan floating on the river. Her facial features and blush were so good that it seemed that she used very expensive cosmetics, but in fact she did it very rarely and mainly for the shooting. The impression was the Lord has once again decided to create Eve, only her name was Elena Yarskaya.

Mikhail was nervously fingering the radio in his left hand and watched her. He felt when it was better to leave his boss alone, but at the same time he was supposed to know where she was.

Misha, bunny, she came to him.

So, its Misha or bunny? He asked, trying to cheer Elena. And he succeeded. A charming smile appeared through the tears.

What a confidence smile you have!

He stood in front of her admiring the view. Taking a coat from her hands, he said quietly:

Let me show you the way. Take your coat, its cold in the evening.

She nodded. Mikhail was her personal bodyguard and they became friends soon. He became her best friend in the pants, whom she could trust many things that her female friends would not understand because of their talkativeness and chronic natural curiosity. Mikhail often rescued her from various vicissitudes: rich annoying fans, love affairs and other troubles.

Misha!..

He did not let her finish.

Are you going to Cheburashka?

No, Im going to relax a bit And I was not drinking! She knew about his suspicions.

Be careful, otherwise

Now it was Elenas turn not to let him finish.

I remember it  a good front crash, she voiced his bore argument somehow sadly.

What? Mikhail hesitated. Not scary at all?

Well, youre threatening and threatening all the time, Elena said, opening the door of the car.

She took her coat from the guards hands and threw it on the seat.

Misha, I love you very much. I even named my son after you. Youre my best friend!

Well, come here, Ill kiss you, so be it.

Misha spread his hands. She laughed even harder, seeing her husbands glance in the window, and with the tips of her lips touched lightly Mikhails cheeks.

Bye, Misha.

Call if you need me.

Bye, she said again and sharply took off.

Streets, lights of the big city were flashing by. She turned on the high beam.

During the first minutes she thought of nothing. Everything was left somewhere behind. It always seemed to her that problems stayed exactly where you lived. The whole area inhabited by you acquires your thoughts. You need only to go beyond it, and it becomes much easier for the soul, freedom overwhelms a tired heart.

She sighed, and then



Pavel went out to breathe fresh spring air mixed with Moscows smell of cars, shimmering banners and an endless stream of people running somewhere. He was at piece. He did what he wanted: told the chief that he was an asshole.

Lord, only two words, and its so easy on the soul! So calm! Only its not clear what will happen next. Ah, well, tomorrow will be tomorrow.

He decided to have a walk. While walking, he tried to figure out where to go, and whether to go there at all. He ran across the road and he went to a caf: decided to take a hot cappuccino there. It will be evening soon, and he felt cool, even though he was in a jeans suit. The caf had Wi-Fi, and he asked for the network.

He went to Rambler and read: Elena Yarskaya crashed on the Abakumova Avenue. A child ran suddenly into the road, she wrenched away and crashed into a truck. Her

He ran out of the caf, throwing some money for the cappuccino, and rushed to the accident site. It was very close, he had to run two blocks only. Pavel ran them without looking back, pushing people and running in front of cars. Soon he saw the accident site: atruck across the road, and what was left of Yarskayas car (BMW of the color of wet asphalt)  a pile of twisted iron now, and a crowd of people watching this horror. He ran closer. She was in the car. Her face, thick hair  everything was covered in blood. Pavel pushed through the crowd and tried to get to her. By the sounds she was making, he realized that she was still alive.

Has anyone called an ambulance?! Has anyone called an ambulance?..

Pavel yelled with all his forces.

Everyone stood stone-still: alean student in glasses, falling jeans and stupid blue sweater, a woman with four shopping bags in two hands, some bald hunk filming everything on his mobile phone, and a dozen of other passers-by.

Its Yarskaya! Someone said in the crowd.

So I film it because of Yarskaya, the hunk explained calmly.

Pavel felt her pulse  she was still alive!

Remembering first aid techniques, as he recently got his driving license, Pavel gently pulled her out of the car, called an ambulance and the traffic police. According to the rules, she could not be taken away from the scene, but the same could be said about leaving her in this state on the roadway, especially knowing the speed of our ambulances. And he needed the first aid kit to help her. He took the liberty and moved her to a small caf, which was across the road.

Thats right, there, the trucker, a heavyset man of short stature in a baseball cap and robe, supported him.

He stroked his mustache, took her over from Pavels hands and helped to carry her to the caf.

You bring her up, and Ill wait here for the cops.

Pavel nodded and brought Elena in the caf.

The waiter  the stronger one  intercepted Yarskaya and put her on the sofa.

Meanwhile, she slowly recovered, and now only moaned.

Vasya, hang a sign Closed on the door. No big deal, theyll drink elsewhere. We have something here!!! The stronger one ordered to his slim colleague.

Aye, understood! An obedient boy rushed to perform the task.

So, come on: cotton, alcohol, first aid kit, if any, Pasha ordered.

Ill be back right now, the waiter ran away.

While he was absent, Pasha took a damp cloth and wiped the blood from Lenas forehead. Soon, the waiter returned with the first aid kit. Pasha treated the wound and gave her ammonia to smell.

Elena came to herself, sighing and moaning.

She opened her eyes.

Oh, who are you? Theres a girl and where am I?.. We have to go!..

She tried to get up.

There is no need to go anywhere, Pavel said calmly. The girls all right.

How do you feel?

What do you mean  no need?! Elena started screaming and tried to get up again.

Lie!

I do not need to lie! She rudely pushed his hand away. We have to go and save the poor child! I go! Let me go immediately! She attempted to get up again.

Pavel forcibly sat her down on the sofa.

Hold her! Shes in shock! Pavel called the waiter.

The latter grabbed Yarskaya. His grip was actually strong. She immediately stopped and stared at the waiter, her eyes bulging. Meanwhile, Pasha opened a bottle with pure alcohol and poured it into a cup.

Drink! He gave it to Elena.

She drank and leaned back on the sofa, calming down. Pasha and the waiter stood aside looking at her, as if bewitched. Then they looked at each other.

Alcohol is the best anti-shock remedy! Pavel commented.

Ah, the waiter answered, looking admiringly at Pavel.

Whats your name? Pavel asked.

Pasha.

Namesake! Nice to meet you!

And are you Celentano? The waiter did not let him finish.

Yes, Adriano, Pasha remarked ironically and then added, Okay, Im sorry. Pasha, we need a hearty meal. Bring us something instead of the alcohol.

Got it, the waiter nodded.

Ill pay, Pavel called after him.

Everything on the house! The waiter said, leaving to fulfill the order.

Pavel approached Yarskaya and sat opposite. He looked around the caf. The place was pleasant in all respects. Twilight, dim light in beautiful chandeliers, paintings on the walls  all this created a situation of solitariness. However, wooden tables and white tablecloths on them looked very standard and somehow not in the Moscow style, without the pathos inherent to local restaurants. But the interior was extremely well matched.

Well, how are you? He leaned over Elena.

Quite well! Everything happened so quickly: atruck, that girl, her mother, I was so confused

She gestured strongly. It was evident that she was off her head.

And then I

Pavel handed her a glass of water. Lena drank it greedily.

Do you happen to have a mirror and a comb?

You are a real woman, Pavel said admiringly.

She did not answer. Pavel even thought that she was tired of compliments. He got her everything she asked. While Elena was making her toilet, Pavel was afraid to disturb her with a gaze, then sat and stared at her.

Soon the table was set and they sat down to have dinner.

We have such an unusual acquaintance! She said with a smile, and took a deep breath.

Its okay. Youll be calmer in a bit.

Why so? She asked briskly.

I finished driving courses recently. There I attended lectures on first aid during accidents.

Um, they turned out handy, you see.

Yes, Pavel said. Lets have a drink.

Well, as I understand it, for the meeting? She supported him, raising her glass.

They clinked glasses.

And I know you. You are Celentano.

Well, yeah, Pavel remarked ironically. Adriano.

Well, whats up? You are a charming man And I did not introduce myself. I am Elena.

I know who you are, Pavel said delicately.

Well, you still need to introduce yourself, dont you? How are you here, a savior?

Well, I you know problems somehow piled up, I went out for a walk, and then you in such a situation. I read online that you crashed to death.

Oh! Well, thats something new about me! I already was a lesbian, slept with all the men of the Russian cinema. I have not been a zoophile yet.

She perked up a bit.

Do you suffer a lot from the yellow press?

Well, you know its passable. There is, however, one journalist. He is really a representative of the oldest profession

And who is that?

Pavel expected to hear Alexander Pletnyov, but she shrugged. There was a pause.

Well, and you? Where were you going?

I, she caught her breath, was going from an unloved man to a beloved one. Wanted to tell him that I love him very much and that he should decide whom to be with. I dont really like the role of a mistress.

Yes, its not really pleasant. It involves love, but  Pavel joined her.

Thats right, there is a but. And its all about it. Everything should be in place. Beloved people should be together. Its okay, she said sadly.

You know, Lena, until you meet the reciprocity I had women. Only when I allowed them to be loved, I immediately became the best and the most wonderful

one. But then I had to sleep with them without love, and its immoral. And the far-fetched pleasure

In my opinion, Pasha, we are very proper ones, Elena concluded, listening to his words. Pavel laughed.

Many people said something like that to me.

And I have not come to the place of my destination, she again passed on sad notes.

Well, I can give you a lift, Pavel suggested.

Well sort it out, Elena waved a hand.

She called the waiter and asked:

Pasha, do you have the Internet?

Will do.

Soon he appeared with a laptop. They got on the Internet. The whole network flashed with the news that Elena Yarskaya crashed in a car accident: A famous actress is dead! A terrible accident took place on the Abakumova Avenue.

Yeah, she pushed away the laptop and thoughtfully bit her finger.

I can call tell them that you are alive, Pavel suggested.

No!!! Dead, then dead!!! She replied sharply and even rude.

Um, Pavel started from a sudden rise in her voice.

Im sorry, she apologized.

Pavel nodded.

She leaned back on the sofa again and stared thoughtfully out the window.

Eat something, Pasha suggested some time later.

Yeah, lets eat. We should ask the waiters not to rat me out. Lets say that you have taken me to the hospital yourself.

She was silent for a long time and then suddenly said:

Pasha, I have desires that I have wanted to fulfill for a long time. And now there is a unique situation  everyone thinks that Im dead. Will you help me?

With pleasure, he disappeared in his own smile.



Not far from the caf there was a parking lot. Pavel always left there his car  a brand new Volvo which he was able to buy immediately after the courses. They drove out of the parking lot and headed towards the ring road. A long road went right all the time. Cars were becoming scarce. Basically, at this time of the day people were going in the opposite direction  to the city.

They passed the last neighborhood and were outside the city.

I said good-bye to him in a bad way. Its about my husband, Elena began her story. I can tell you this, she involuntarily smiled and became thoughtful.

We met long ago, during my first shoot. He is my first director.

Pavel looked at her and then back at the road.

The first film role. I was in the wild delight. The first director  and crazy about me! I was happy! Then, receiving the first flowers, I realized that he was in love with me. Then  more. Hes older than me and always seemed so experienced.

And I am so naive, I always thought that everything would be endured and there would be love, I consoled myself with the thoughts that one loves, and the second one

allows to be loved. But then I wanted to love. I dont know when I would have time for everything. Anyway, time is needed for relations, and with my employment

Sergey became very jealous. Thank God, at least he did not raise a hand to me. Pasha, I just wanted to call on him and thank him. I have not told it to him for such a long time. And now, when Im dead, she giggled.

Dont tell me such things! Whats up?! Pavel was indignant.

Well, Im sorry.

I  Pavel started gesticulating. Well, its nothing!

While she spoke, an elite settlement inhabited by new Russian movie, TV stars and other celebrities appeared on the horizon.

Where shall I go? There? Pavel asked.

Yes, Pasha. The second house. Park there, on the left.

A beautiful three-story red brick building barely peeked from behind a tall fence. There was a massive gate with two cameras and two searchlights illuminating the road. Pavel came closer and stopped.

Ill go with you, its already late, Pavel turned on the light in the cabin.

She became thoughtful.

I suppose, yes, and she got out of the car decidedly.

Approaching the gate, they called. Nobody answered, only a ringtone sounded.

Lena and Pavel looked at each other. Then Lena tried to open the gate. She managed to do it. The gate was opened. She carefully looked inside.

Pasha, lets go, she whispered softly.

An asphalt path illuminated by the searchlights led from the fence to the house.

Around it there was a green lawn with an automatic grass-watering system. But in the house, with about twenty people inside, there was absolute silence.

Pasha, something has happened here, Elena whispered again.

Looking back, they went to the house along the asphalt path.

Let me go first, Im still a man, Pavel said quietly and went forward.

He opened the door quietly, and they went inside. TV was on, loudly reporting on the death of Elena Yarskaya, lights were turned on in the hall. They walked up and froze.

Whos there? A voice asked.

Sergey, its me, she came out of hiding.

Lena! But you

A short-cut, black-and-gray-haired man of about forty-five stood looking at his wife. He was wearing faded jeans and a dark blue sweater.

Whats the matter with you? She came closer and touched his face, seeing the marks of beatings on it.

Youre alive! The main thing is that youre alive! He hugged his wife and noticed Pavel.

Who are you? Sergey asked.

Sergey, I have not introduced you two. This is my savior.

And how did it happen?.. He wanted to say that she was considered dead.

But she did not let him finish.

Well, then it must be so.

They searched for your diary, Lena. By the way, they showed me your photo, too, Sergey turned to Pavel. Soon is April 4  presidential elections. Yes, yes, Cheburashka can fail.

Beasts! Elena sighed and lowered her head. Sergey, do not tell anyone that I came. Okay?

Pavel understood that they needed to talk and he  to leave them alone. He went outside and got in the car.

Sergey, I would like to say thank you for everything you have done for me

Well, wait, he tried to hug her.

Dont interrupt me, Elena snapped. Thank you for what you have done for me. We will never meet again.

Sergey watched her, not looking away. She turned and left. Sergey was left alone. He did not want to run after her, realizing that it was useless. Anyway, he got a lot: five years of her life, joint life with him. And now he was standing in an empty hallway and listened to the sound of her footsteps  of the woman he loved, who was going away forever and who would never return. Once in the car, Elena did not say anything for a long time. Pavel was silent and waited for an order.

Go, she said.

Where to? Pavel asked.

Straight.

He started. They drove back to the city. Elena still did not say anything  only told him where to go further. Pavel thought that it did not become easier for her after that visit.

Take me, for example, he said cheerfully. Today I told my boss that he is an asshole!

Lena looked at him in surprise.

And my mood is wonderful! And you say goodbye in such a sad way! There is in fact a sacred female commandment: Do not be sad, otherwise your breasts will be bad.

His joke succeeded. Elena smiled and rejuvenated.

How so? Did you get sick and tired of him?

Ah, Pavel shrugged. An asshole is an asshole. You just endure it, and then fly over the handle But in general, it became easier. And after that I went for a walk.

Oh, I see. And what are you now?

Ill find another job.

Be sure to find it. Everything will be fine.

They were silent for some time.

Soon Pavel started to realize, where they came; the area seemed very familiar to him.

Novo-Ogaryovo? He asked.

Yes, it is. Cheburashka lives here.

Residence of the President, cool! And is he a loved one?

Well, Elena began to gesticulate. It just happened so, she added with humor. We met at a reception in honor of the anniversary of something. We talked

for a long time, then fled from everybody to the balcony, and drank champagne.

Three minutes  and I fell in love. I was looking at him, with my mouth open, and he continued to say something. Then he admitted that it was the same thing with him. I have never loved so, and it came late to me, I was already married. And then he walked me home through the night Moscow. It turned out that in order to see how people live he often walks around the city by himself. We searched the most unusual places of the capital. Still, we have an amazing city. Then we started dating, and Misha appeared  the best man in the whole world. But hes married, and then he has another love  politics Yesterday I was going to tell him to dare to something: whether abandon his wife and politics and stay with me, or

Elena sighed. Then she grinned.

You know, I wanted to tell him that he is an asshole! I was so angry. I cant stay with Sergey, I dont love him, it all became unbearable Lets go?

Elena Mikhailovna, who will let us in? Maybe you have a right to entry, but not me  of that Im sure.

Pasha, dont be a chicken! Its Russia. Here, there is a hole in each fence!

She said cheerfully.

What, in this too?

Pavel stared at Lena with surprised eyes. She said nothing  just smiled.

Approaching a long white fence, beyond which there was the residence, Lena took off her shoes, threw one of them over the fence, then the second one.

Follow me! She commanded. Pavel shook his head, but obeyed.

The guard was interested in flown items, so they climbed through a secret passage and entered the territory of the residence. They found themselves in front of a huge oak tree in the park  and stood there with their legs apart and their hands behind the back.

Elena Mikhailovna! Chief of the guard was screaming at her, surrounded by his subordinates. There, there is a door! And above it, there is a doorbell!

Boys,she began playfully, turning to them. Pavel and I were walking past the residence. I was in a good mood. There was nobody in the street, and I allowed myself a weakness  tossed up a shoe, and it accidentally flew over the fence. So I decided to climb in, but I would not climb in one shoe, like a fool. Thats why I threw the second one.

Kostya! Chief of the guard shouted to his subordinate, who stood at a distance. Come here, you should hear this.

The young man approached.

Thats what I love you for, Elena Mikhailovna. Every time you penetrate here you come up with a new explanation, and you have never repeated yourself in your explanations!

I thought Cheburashka was not alone, Lena explained guiltily.

Chief of the guard sighed and said:

Victoria Eduardovna is absent. She will not return soon.

Your hand, Pavel, Elena approached Pavel. He silently handed her an elbow. She took Pavels arm and, watched by the six guards, they went to the two-story house at the end of the square. Other guards opened the door for them. Pavel

and Lena entered the house and mounted the stairs to the second floor. There, at the door, they stopped.

Pasha, I cant face him!

She became worried, as a person worries before an important conversation in life.

Well, come on! We got through such things here! Pavel became indignant.

She hesitated.

Listen. You start first: introduce yourself and so on, and I Ill hide here and then Ill go out from behind a corner.

Well, what  Pavel rebelled. But seeing how hard it all was for her, he gave in. Meanwhile, someone was going to the door and, seeing a familiar silhouette, Elena hid around the corner.

Hello, Anatoliy Mikhailovich.

Hello, Pavel Nikolayevich.

Do you know my name?

Pavel did not expect it. Inside, he realized that there was a guard and other informants, but he was pleased that a person of such high rank called him by name.

But you did not come alone, the owner of the house began delicately.

No. She said to tell you that she sees your relationship differently, that they should be built on a different basis, on the basis of mutual understanding.

I just feel as if at a meeting. Where is she? Is she alive?

Yes, yes, everything is fine. She asked me to tell you that

That you are an asshole! Thats what I wanted to tell you, she came from behind a cover, placing hands on the belt.

Pasha, go take a walk!

Pavel went one stairwell down and out into the street.

Come in, Anatoliy Mikhailovich suggested to Elena.

She entered and remained standing at the door.

Tolya, listen to me, do not interrupt, I have to go I have a lot to say to you.

I read that you were dead, almost went crazy.

She paused. He kept silence, too, looking at her, afraid to touch, to get closer.

You know, I dream that you will live in a huge mansion in a village. When someone calls at the door, you will appear in your chestnut gown, busily tightening the belt, and ask: What do you want? And I will live with you, we will have many children, and the oldest one, Misha, will look after everything It will be my best role. Thank you for everything that I have experienced Yes, she changed the tone.

They searched for my diary at Sergeys. Elections are soon, and then

Yes, I know whats then. We are already engaged in it.

You can abandon your search, here it is.

She handed him a small book.

I will not keep anything anymore. Let it remain with you. As a souvenir.

She went out and closed the door quietly.

Did it become easier?

Pavel waited for Lena in the car. She drooped even more and stared out the window. He did not wait for an answer and started the car.

I will never return here. There will be nothing more Lets go, she whispered in a sad tone.

Where to?

There is one trash  Alexander Pletnyov.

Pavel looked at her with surprise. So, a real asshole.

Drank so much blood from me. There is such a colleague of yours. I just do not know where he lives.

I know, Pavel said.

What, seriously? Elena raised an eyebrow in surprise.

We work together.

So, that is your rag?! She said at an elevated tone.

Not mine, he tried to pacify her edifyingly.

Im sorry, Pasha.

Then to his home. You know, all these publications are not painless. Sergey rolled such scenes that And how can I explain him? He sees what is written, there is a harmless photo enclosed, but you can turn upside down everything. And Misha heard it all. And for a childs mind its very dangerous. Very!

And what do you want?

I want to stuff his face. Just so. Ive never done it before, but Ill try. I think I will succeed.

What is an action plan?

Well see.

Circumstances were such that Pavel hid near Pletnyovs door, and Elena called the door, pulled a strap of her dress and ruffled her hair. A lavender fitting dress, luxurious thighs in flesh-colored stockings, high heels Pavel could imagine what picture Pletnyov will see. Her eyes changed. It seemed to him that she begins to play a role. A victim? A prostitute? A sexual stranger ringing the doorbell? Pavel did not know yet. But he could argue that it was not Elena Yarskaya near him, but a completely different woman.

Whos there? Pletnyov opened the door without looking. You? He stood in the doorway, staring at Elenas charms.

You always wanted me, right? She said, pulling a button on his shirt.

You?! But you are dead. I saw it in the Internet! He backed away.

Well, come on, while Im still warm.

Well, thats enough!

She entered the apartment and closed the door. He leaned against the wall, standing in his jeans, plaid shirt and torn slippers, frozen, unable to take his eyes off her. Elena came quite close. The tips of her hair touched his face. He enjoyed the line of her lips, they were getting closer and closer. He could feel her every breath, her breasts rising, her cold fingers touching his body. She undid one button at a time. He began to breathe deeply. His eyes were closed in pleasure And then she hit him in the groin.

This one is because Im a whore and slept with everyone!

The second blow.

This one is for tantrums at my home after your articles!

Another blow.

This one is for the fact that I lost a role in the States because of my allegedly tarnished reputation. And remember, pathetic scribbler, if you write anything from my diary, Ill be back!

She went out and slammed the door.

Lets go! She ran down the stairs.

What happened?

Ive done what I wanted to. Come on, until he called the police.

Soon they raced along the highway.

Elena Mikhailovna, Im still a man. Somehow its not comme il faut that you left me behind the door and went to stuff his face! I was worried, by the way!

Where are we going? He asked in one breath.

House of the Actor Pasha, no offense, I had to do it myself.

It was so funny to look at you when you shouted lets go.

She laughed, too, imagining how it looked with her  an intelligent woman.

Introduction in the House of the Actor? Ah, yes, Pavel began with irony.

Well see. Your favorite method!

Um, um, Lena answered.

The famous building held a regular meeting on something in the name of something. As soon as she came in, there was a storm of applause. She took the floor and spoke without any notes for about forty minutes. All this time Pavel listened calmly leaning against the wall. Everybody applauded standing, including all those envious  both men and women.

There is one place left, Pasha. Misha is the best man in the whole world. I promised him something.

Along the way, they stopped at a supermarket and bought a huge construction set. Misha lived with Lenas mother in a private house in the suburb. When they arrived, they saw no light in the windows. Only in one window there was light: areading lamp was turned on. We were greeted by an elderly woman, of about seventy, in a flannel white scarf and dark blue dress.

Pasha, let me introduce my mom.

Maria Sergeyevna, the woman said, and asked in the same breath: Well, my girl, why are you so late? An old lady came up and hugged Elena, invited them into the house.

Misha? Lena asked in a whisper, knowing that her son was probably already asleep.

Sleeping, the grandmother smiled. Come on, go look at him. Hes an angel, looks like Cheburashka, like his father.

Elena smiled. She went into the bedroom to see her son. He wrapped himself in a blanket. A sweet expression on his face told her that his dreams were nice. She sat on the bed and ran a hand through his hair. She sat for a while, admiring the best man in the world, then got up and went to the kitchen to her mother.

Mum

Well, why are you standing? Come here, have some tea with the old lady.

She leaned against the doorway and stared at her mother.

My girl, I dont like your look, as if you are saying goodbye. Its not good.

Mommy, sweetheart, well, if I need to go, what shall I do?

She came closer. The mother hugged her, kissed her on the forehead like in the childhood. For a moment she became warm and calm from her mothers hug.

Its time, Mom, she stood up. Youre the best in the whole world.

Her eyes changed. She became sad, hopelessness appeared on her face. The old woman walked her to the door. She went out and closed the gate quietly. Pavel was waiting for her at the car. The sky was starry, beautiful. There, outside the city, it seemed closer, with brighter stars. Pavel stood admiring the warmth of a spring night, with his hands on the car. At the sound of her footsteps he turned.

Thats all, Pasha, thank you. Ill do myself now.

What do you mean yourself? Ill give you a lift.

He was surprised. She looked intently at him and said:




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