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Chapter 1

Taya
Arguments with my girlfriends begin the same way - with jokes and conversations “for life”, and then with a slight movement of the hand they turn into a hit of varying severity. I would not be led, not to succumb to provocations, but the craving for adventure prevails. All the time I want to prove that any business for me is just a spit and nothing is impossible. You just need to want.
Tyke, why are you so sour? - This time Tit is also looking into my face from the bottom up, as if trying to draw a line of fate from the chin to the eyes.
Tit is her last name. But only friends and family remember that her real name is Lina. Bird Tit red damsel. She is twenty-one, she is two years older than me and Olya, although she studies with us on the same course. As a highly experienced and experienced, Lina teaches us the mind, the wisdom of life, and at the same time incites us to all kinds of experiments. “Otherwise life is boring” - these words can be tattooed on her forehead, like a motto.
“Auntie got it again,” I complain with hidden longing. - Again she said that there was nothing to eat free bread. You need to go to work, not wipe your pants at the university.
You're doing a lot of work! Olya is outraged.
I work part-time. The three of us work part-time at this mediocre restaurant. Olka is a dishwasher, and Lina and I are waitresses. Olya did not pass the casting due to her small stature. The owner is obsessed with long legs and short skirts. He believes that this is how his institution compares favorably with others. Clients remember and come back again to admire our unearthly beauty. In general, he is right: there is nothing to remember here, except for long-legged waitresses.
“If that were enough,” I sigh, “I would have left my aunt long ago. They don’t give me a hostel, supposedly local. Aunt takes the scholarship. She would take those pennies if she could.
“You need to get married,” the Tit mutters importantly. “For this,” she snaps her fingers and rolls her eyes sweetly. It's time to throw a grenade: now the Tit will carry, how big it is without brakes. Representative! In! So that he is not a sucker without a clan and tribe, without a profession and work. You won't get far on naked enthusiasm. All these students - fi. Moveton.
“Well, yes,” I nod my head like a wise Buddha, “we don’t trifle. If you are already married, then for a millionaire. Better yet, a billionaire.
No, why is that? – harnesses in conversation Olga. - We need to set realistic goals, not ephemeral distances. Again they are with their positive thinking and faith in the Universe. According to Lina, there are no unattainable goals. There are wrong desires. I am skeptical about this: life has put me in a knee-elbow position more than once, but Olka was imbued with it. She became another parishioner of the Church of the Holy Universe.
Their beliefs don't bother me. Sometimes they even amuse me if they don't touch me directly. And so ... when these two local bitches play four hands on my weaknesses, such a scale comes out that not a single virtuoso can cope.
Yes Yes Yes! - solemnly sits down on his combat Bucephalus [1] Titmouse. She has no horse - do not confuse, please - she has a whole horse the size of a ten-story building. - Something representative, with an apartment-car-money. Such ... a little over thirty. Generous, affectionate, reliable. The ocean, not the man!
How not to drown in the ocean, - I cool her ardor, - especially if you don’t know how to swim. Have you thought about why he, in his early thirties, is a nineteen-year-old inexperienced virgin with no education? Beggar besides.
Yes, how are you! .. Tit chokes with indignation, - She said: plow and plow over self-esteem! Beautiful - one, long-legged -two, not tall at the same time - three, smart - four, young - five! Yes, here you can bend your fingers to infinity, and there won’t be enough on your feet. He should be happy with the treasure. And also virgin.
Olka giggles vilely and hides her crimson face. She bursts out laughing. But she knows that if she bursts out laughing now, I will be offended. Therefore, Olka blushes to a tomato shade, puffs up, squeezes her lips tightly and puffs out her cheeks. Her stomach is shaking. Well, like a stomach - something there is a little convex. Well, she's slim.
“You can laugh,” I graciously allow, waving my hand like a conductor with a baton, and Olka finally breaks through. She laughs brightly and contagiously. But we are trying to be quieter, otherwise the bald devil Gena Palych will now rumble and hiss, rounding his eyes.
He is master and master here. And we are his harem of concubines. He wants to have mercy, he wants to execute. Plus - never puts under clients. For which he is a huge human salvation. In all other respects, he is a reptile, a tyrant, a bastard. Bath sheet on the ass, a bore and a pedant.
“And maybe a millionaire,” the Tit suddenly changes course. And these afterburners always mark another significant turn. But I don’t know how to distinguish between them, so every time I go, like in the first class. - And the truth: why be trifles? The main thing here is to find a single. And this is a more difficult task. In the meantime, there are no suitable ones, you can practice.
What do you mean by "training"? - I fall into a stupor. Tit has a peculiar vision of good manners and a culture of behavior. Her "work out" could mean anything.
“You have no experience,” she sighs heavily. - You should be able to roll up, charm, not leave a stone unturned when storming the fortress of an armored heart. So that the client understands: you are the one. The only one. But at first glance, such things rarely happen. Therefore, you need to be persuasive.
Build eyes? Scuff your feet? I am having fun, not yet realizing that Mistress Big Ass has already shaken her curls and busily applied war paint.
Even so. You don’t even know how, - the stinging bird Titmouse shaves me on my bald head. “Hey, do you see that man? - she points her finger at the hall, where one of the representatives of the strong half of humanity is sitting at the table.
Well, I see.
I would practice. I met. I tried to charm. To see what you have in your arsenal and whether you can shoot right on target.
Think about it too. He is in his early thirties. He's almost forty or over. Not a suitable object, - I'm still trying to delay the inevitable, but I'm already studying the "menu" with my eyes.
Sleek, stately. Apparently tall. His suit is expensive. Shoes - to shine. I only see the profile. Imposing. Haircut fashionable, slightly careless. I have a weakness for men's haircuts, beautiful temples and hands. It's all right with the first and the second. Whiskey slightly gray, neat. And the fingers that hold the glass are well-groomed, long, but masculinely strong. This is visible even from afar. Beautiful nail shape, strong palm.
Do you really care? - Tit hisses hotly, falling on me with his chest, Titmouse. - Over thirty, under forty - this is training. Reconnaissance in combat. Come on, get together!