He's cheating on me again! - came Vikinor from the kitchen, and then followed the sound of a fork thrown into the sink. Or spoons, no idea what she had in her hands when she decided to squeal like a howler monkey. At such moments, I always want to put my head under the pillow so as not to hear the sound that resembles the barking of a dog mixed with the howl of a wounded donkey.
However, I, as usual, do not have time to hide. Because in the next second, the door crashes against the wall and an angry fury flies into the room with a bottle of wine in one hand and a tea glass in the other.
What's the bill for this week? - The calculator will freeze if we start counting all the women of Korneev, who are galloping after his royal person. And today, actually, it's Sunday evening, and I want to lie around, and not work as an accountant-tracker on a free basis. – Maybe you should leave the stalker’s post for at least a day and stop monitoring his instagram?
I have known Vika Zvyagina for a little over two years. We met in the first year, on the first of September. She then came to the line in a beautiful white dress, which everyone immediately noticed. At that moment, a gorgeous blonde with cosmic blue eyes became the star of the day. She fluttered her long eyelashes as she roamed the crowd as if she were trying to find someone. I still remember how the guys rushed towards her, offering services of assistance and escort. But no. Smiling her Hollywood smile, she said something to them, causing the young fans to run in different directions, dropping sheets of class schedules. Left alone, she continued her visual search until someone accidentally poured a glass of cold Coke on her.
Even then I wanted to cover my ears with my hands when this cute, at first glance, creature threw such a tantrum that many still remember, as soon as Vika appears in a crowd of students. But Zvyagina belongs to the type of people who, with just one glance, can kill, start a war or create peace on the planet. You yourself understand that she killed negligent students, and the maximum that they could do was to call a bitch behind their eyes, at least stretch their lips in a clumsy smile, wanting to leave the place of the upcoming battle as soon as possible.
I was one of those who looked at Vika from the side, but tried not to come close. Throughout the year, we communicated with each other in the spirit of “Hello, hello. Bye Bye". It suited me just fine. I didn’t want too much attention, and Vika had no time for an ordinary girl who walked around with an inexpensive bag that weighed five kilograms. Can such opposites live together? But it just so happened.
Stop? Tus, you hit your head, or what? What is there to stop if exchange students from Germany will soon come to our institute? Do you have any idea how long we'll have to watch him to drive those beer barrels away from Dani? - Vika plopped down on my bed, brazenly taking the pillow from under my head to throw it under her back. - Yes, I entered our institute only because he studies there.
Exactly. I came to visit my aunt, went to a club with her daughter, met him there, learned his last name and first name through new acquaintances, went through social networks and decided that only death could prevent you from being together. I remember everything, you said it, it seems, a billion times. But you forgot that I have nothing to do with your surveillance. You will run to bars and clubs yourself.
I won’t be surprised if someday the FSB officers invite Victoria for an interview and promise a high salary with career growth so that she works in their field of activity. The neighbor, despite her young age, was an excellent detective. She, lying at home in the bathroom, could collect information on absolutely any person in less than a minute. And if the matter concerned Korneev himself, then he had not yet had time to think, as she already knew what he would do and in which direction he would go.
Nu, began dancing on funeral. What kind of person are you? The main thing is that you yourself need help, so you run, wagging your tail, they say, Aunt Vika, help. But as for me, you stick this tail in one place and pretend that you are invisible.
I forgot to mention that Vicki has memory problems. Rather, she gets confused in the details. Specifically, sometimes it gets confused. Especially now.
Let's agree, the next time you see my wagging tail, you can safely refuse to "help." Just remember that usually the opposite is true.
Don't bother with words. It helped a few times, so now you poke it all the time. I'd rather take it, and tell me what to do.
For example, stop updating the feed. Turn off your phone, or better yet, throw it away and do something new. Maybe cleaning? Vik, for the second day you promise me to pull your things out of the basin in the bathroom. Why did you soak them there? For mold?
I'll take it out now. I'll pull it out. Not only.
Always like this. Living with Vika, I sometimes felt like her stepmother. In my understanding, good, in her, of course, evil. The girl is the only child in the family, besides late. On the first day of living together, it was clear that she was fed with gingerbread rather than threatened with a whip. For example, she refused to wash the dishes after herself. Her things could be lying around in the shoe cabinet. For me, what I saw was a shock. Since childhood, I was told that cleanliness is the key to health. Growing up in a family where dad is a military ensign is no small matter. There is discipline there. The order you get used to.
That bastard is still with him. Just look where she put her hand to him.
The phone falls on my knees, and the girl herself jumps to her feet, nervously cutting circles around the small room.
And you don't even have to look to know what I'll see there. Most likely, Korneev is in the photo, and some beauty queen is sitting next to him. It is these shots that make Vika do an easy jog.
Yes, we're going. I'm counting the fingers of this bastard.
There is no bloodlust in me from birth, so I don’t even intend to imagine what exactly my friend was going to do with the poor girl.
Well, I do not. I do not want to shuffle around at night, no one knows where, to become a witness to your antics. Tomorrow to study. By the way, do you remember that the teacher promised not to let you go for a couple if you were late again?
I don't care about your teacher. I study on a paid basis, let him just try to do something. Vika picks up her phone and heads for the door. - You need to call your parents so that they throw off the money. If the mother asks, you will say that our tap broke and we called the plumber. And then they definitely won’t give it to the club.
Unfortunately, the elder Zvyagins, due to their age, were gullible people. And Vika did not hesitate to use this. She lied and didn't blush. When she saw expensive boots in the store, she spun about extortion at the institute. When, in a fit of hysteria, she broke her laptop, she told her parents that it had simply been stolen and a new one was urgently needed. And they translated. They put aside from retirement and sent it to an only child, wishing that he did not need anything and did not stand out. And now I hear her whimpering into the phone, talking about a mini-flood in the apartment.
My humanity rebels, but nothing can be done. Somehow I tried to talk to her, to reason with her. But nothing came of it. It came to a scandal, with screams that she would leave me right away. I did not stop this impulse, but I did not want such an outcome. Again, I would have to wander around the apartments. And to find something good and for my money is a rarity.
Therefore, I stopped climbing into someone else's family and try not to intersect with her mother so as not to tell too much.
That's all, I'm going out. Shvedova, and soon you yourself will be covered with mold along with your textbooks if you don’t start living like all normal people of our age.
To be honest, I'm even glad that Vika left. No one will mutter about Korneev and his unearthly beauty before going to bed. No one will rattle dishes. I can close my eyes in silence and fall into a dream in which I will see Daniel laughing at me. Who knew that the dream would turn out to be prophetic?
