A Saturday morning in the medical students' dorm was no different from a typical weekend morning anywhere else: the same wild noise and uproar. Everywhere were heard conversations, laughter, running around and music. But in the fifty-eighth room, the sleeping girl did not care at all about the surrounding cacophony. After two night shifts in the hospital, even the outbreak of the war is unlikely to wake her now. Girlfriends - they are roommates tried not to make noise and hissed angrily at those who dared to look into the room.

About an hour later, only the sleeping girl remained in the room, her phone ringing insistently under her pillow.

Anya woke up not immediately realized that it was buzzing. Maybe an alarm clock? Is today a day off or not? At this thought, the girl finally woke up and pulled her annoying phone from under the pillow. Her colleague called, who has recently become her second native person in this world.

They met in a strange way and under very unpleasant circumstances two years ago. It was December, Anya was returning from work in the morning. She walked very quickly, as the frost was strong, but the girl on the opposite side of the alley was in no hurry, sitting thoughtfully on an icy bench, staring at one point with an invisible gaze. Anya at first slipped past her, but after a minute she realized that all this was rather strange, and the woman seemed to be out of her mind. Without thinking twice, Anya approached her.

- Are you alright? she asked worriedly. The girl nodded her head without even looking at her. Of course, it was possible to go further, because she came up, worried. All in all, it did its job! But Anya could not do this, her conscience did not allow her to go further, although she really wanted to sleep.

- Look, I can't leave you like this. You don't seem to be all right and the weather isn't the best for walking right now. So get up, I'll take you wherever you say.

The girl looked at her with teary eyes in surprise and shook her head again. Anya was shocked when she saw her beautiful face. The girl had a broken lip, and a bruise was red on her cheekbone, her skin was pale from hypothermia. Realizing that in this state the girl would not say anything, Anya decided to just act.

Resolutely picking her up from the bench, Anya took her to the nearest hotel, where she rented a cheap room. The girl, being in a swoon, did not object. In the room, Anya gave her ward hot tea to drink and wrapped her in a warm blanket so that she would come to her senses after the cold. They talked only on the second day. Anya, all this time, did not leave the girl, skipping school and taking time off from work. Arriving from the hostel, where she went for money, Anya met a girl coming out of the shower:

- Hey! Anna smiled awkwardly at her. - Can we get to know each other?

The girl's face lit up with a gorgeous smile, and she nodded in agreement. The girls met, talked and cried all night.

Oksana's story turned out to be typical for Moscow - a provincial girl was amazed by the splendor of the capital and wanted a beautiful, easy life. Oksana came to Moscow to study, but nothing happened, and she went to work. Soon she met a wealthy man, fell in love with him like a fool, and he turned out to be married. For a long time she believed his fables that one day he would leave his wife. In four years, Oksana has turned from a simple provincial girl into a chic woman with an apartment, a car and a married lover, on whom she was completely dependent, since she quit her job a long time ago and, having nothing to do, entered the university in the correspondence department. I must say that Oksana lived a great life until she decided to visit the wife of her benefactor. I visited and the result was not long in coming - the lover was so angry that he threw her out of the apartment without money,

But the whole nightmare was that Oksana, it turns out, loved this freak, and she was very worried about it. True, the state of affairs did not leave time for suffering, it was necessary to think about their daily bread and a roof over their heads.

Anyuta again helped her in this: she helped with work and housing. Oksana had no girlfriends, too beautiful girls don’t have them, but Anya was her guardian angel. She loved the girl with all her stupid heart, like her own sister. For two years they became inseparable, learned everything about each other, understood without words and supported.

Oksana was horrified by her friend's childhood, but because of that, she admired her even more.

“Nyus,” she often said. - There's no price for you! I'm actually amazed, what are you doing here, in this wretchedness? You have to fly somewhere in the best place on Earth and with the best man. Such a wonderful girl, and even an incredible beauty.

Anya just brushed off with a laugh from her delusional reasoning:

-One more such nonsense, and I will dispel the myth about my angelic soul!

A year later, Oksana's life improved. The work was modest, she did not quit her studies, a girlfriend appeared, and soon a man. The girl was soon to marry him, and with him this morning she returned from her parents. What she was in a hurry to please her friend, although she knew that she was sleeping after work.

Anya lost her anger from constant lack of sleep when she heard a happy voice:

- Nuska, hello, darling! Well, forgive me! I'm just tired of waiting. After all, we arrived at nine in the morning, and it was already two o'clock. With the past you, the sun! Oksana chattered.- Hello, goat, - Anya laughed. - Thank you, but you have already sent me a thousand congratulatory SMS.

- So what? By the way, I intend to get you out of the madhouse today and celebrate your birthday. I haven’t bought you a present yet and haven’t looked at my dress yet, so there are a lot of plans for today, stop sleeping. I'll pick you up in an hour, be ready. Everyone, wait for me!

Anya did not have time to object when she heard the beeps. No, she will kill this crazy woman! Looking longingly at the bed, the girl went to get ready.

An hour later, the girls were hugging with might and main, sitting in the car. And when the first wave of joy subsided, Oksana started her Ford, and they drove to Manezhnaya Square, to their favorite cafe.

- Well, how did it go? Anya asked.

- Fine! Parents are happy, Kostya is also in full bloom. In general, everything is as it should be, - Oksana answered cheerfully, parking the car at the shopping center.

- Why did we come here? Anya frowned suspiciously.

- Because my best friend had a birthday, and I didn’t even give her anything, and also because we celebrate it today, I want her to look her best, and not like a poor student. And I do not need to vparivat anything. Fuck all your principles!

Anya from indignation even lost the gift of speech. Wow applications! No, well, a gift, but you don’t need to wear it!

- You yourself go there, - she frowned, over which Oksana only laughed and dragged her friend through the malls.

Shopping, oddly enough, cheered me up. Joyful, dressed in fashionable gray skinnies and a cream silk shirt, Anya went with her friend to her favorite cafe. They drank wine and sat up until the evening, chatting about the upcoming wedding, about the future, and about everything that young girls talk about.

- Are you going to drive? - Goncharova was indignant. Today she really sent her principles to the nth place and drank two glasses of wine, from which she immediately got drunk. Oksana, on the other hand, such an amount of alcohol could only cheer up a little, so she frivolously answered:

- I'm sober, don't worry, everything will be okay!

Anya, under the hop, was knee-deep sea, so the girls, without thinking twice, set off. From drunk wine, fatigue and chronic lack of sleep, Anya fell asleep, but her sleep was rudely interrupted when the car braked sharply.

-F*ck! Pizd*ts! Here it got stuck! - Oksana yelled and caught her breath, got out of the car.

Anya, still not understanding anything, unfastened her seat belt and began to look out of the window. The accident was not particularly serious, probably a couple of scratches and maybe a small dent, but the shiny look of the black Audi, like from the assembly line, raised doubts that everything would be solved easily and simply, the car is not cheap.

-Here, in a sober state, she, and she herself is also good, allowed her to drive, idiot! - Anya lamented, but all thoughts were interrupted when a tall man in dark glasses with a hood on his head got out of the car. He quickly examined the damage and went to Oksana. His gait was very confident. He began to explain something, but Oksana just shook her head. It was clear that the man was losing patience. Anya, watching what was happening, was very nervous.

- Nyuska, piz * ts, what to do? - Returning a couple of minutes later, Oksana sobbed helplessly. - He's a foreigner, I don't understand what he's saying. Damn, now I just lacked these problems!

- Yes, calm down! I will talk to him. Does he speak English? - Anya was still under the influence of alcohol, which is why she was not afraid of this man now, who was watching them with a regal air. For some reason, from such a condescending look, a wave of causeless anger washed over her, and Anya quickly approached her “reason”.

- Speak English? - sharply asked the girl.

“It would be better if your friend didn’t carry an interpreter with her, but a driver,” the man replied mockingly.

Anya was shocked by such impudence, adrenaline and alcohol raged in her blood, so she brazenly snapped:

- It would be better to take off your glasses and look at the road, the sun has not been shining for a long time!

She herself was struck by her own rudeness, but watched with pleasure as the man's face was drawn.

- The idiot knows that I have a main road, so my glasses, baby, have nothing to do with it!

- Perhaps the idiot understands ... - Anya bit her tongue late, the words had already flown out, and she began to back away from the angry man with fear, but found herself sandwiched between him and the car.

- Girl, I would not advise you to be insolent to me. You're not completely stupid, are you? You understand that your girlfriend is to blame, and that these conversations do not give anything, they only complicate your already deplorable situation. And by the way, continuing to breathe in the same intermittent and heavy breath in my face, as if I were fucking you, you finally confirm my guesses about your not quite sober state. So, I advise you to be polite if you want to amicably solve the problem!

Anya swallowed nervously, knowing the man was right. But only one phrase “as if I'm fucking you” was spinning in her head, making her blush, turn pale, causing some incomprehensible trembling in her whole body.

God, what's wrong with her?! What does she do anyway? Why stare at his well-defined lips, which stretch into a mocking smile. After all, she just needed to have a peaceful conversation with this swarthy handsome man, but what was she? I pissed him off and put myself in an awkward position. But the impudent girl did not want to calm down in her, on the contrary, completely emboldened and experiencing some kind of acute feeling of excitement and fear from this, Anya brought her face closer to the man’s face, although she was half a head shorter than him, she answered:- Cool down, you will fuck me only in a dream!

The man first looked at her for a long time, as if asking if she was serious or joking, and then burst out laughing.

"Babies like you are not objects of male sexual fantasies," he announced condescendingly, laughing.

It was humiliating and insulting, but Anya did not show it, she only cocked her head higher:

"Well then, I don't have to worry about some pervert like you mentally defiling my body." I think it's time to call the police, - she finished calmly, trying to close the sensitive topic.

From the car, Oksana looked at them with concern and interest, not understanding anything. The man did not answer Anya's proposal, thought, and then, slyly grinning, said:

“I think it’s not very convenient for both of us to call the police, especially for you: drunkenness means deprivation of rights,” he did not forget to emphasize and continued, “I don’t have time, so there is a better offer. Of course, if you care about your girlfriend.

Anya was puzzled, although she did not want to deal with this abnormal at all. The man evoked in her a storm of conflicting emotions: interest, anger, irritation, excitement; attracted and repelled at the same time.

It's the first time with her! But there is a first time for everything... Therefore, having calmed down, she asked hoarsely:

- What's the offer?

“Nothing special, just be my guide until I get comfortable in Moscow,” he spoke calmly, in a businesslike way, but there was a challenge in his voice, as if he knew what kind of struggle was going on inside her. She really wanted to help her friend, knowing that on the eve of the wedding she didn’t need these problems, but her mind screamed: “let everything be resolved as it should in such cases.” It was just that a defiant voice that suddenly woke up in her whispered: “try it,” and without understanding what she was doing, Anya slowly licked her plump lips, and then exhaled:

- Good.

The man took a deep breath and said hoarsely:

- Get in the car.

Anya, at first, did not understand what he needed, but when the meaning of the words reached her, she was indignant:

- In terms of? Now?

The man was already heading towards the Audi, but turned around and, like a fool, explained:

- Baby, we seem to agree. I need to get to my apartment, but I've been wandering around looking for an hour and a half, so sit down - you'll show me where to go.

Anya did not expect this, she did not understand at all how and why she agreed. Today she is so brave, but what will happen tomorrow, when alcohol and adrenaline stop heating the blood, how will she look at this man, how will she be next to him, if at all? And that will be? Oh God, what is she doing? She doesn't even know him! All her knowledge of him came down to understanding that the man was dangerous. He drew her like a moth to a fire. Of course, it's just a joke on his part. This is fun for him, but for her this is a serious test. “God, how much can you be reasonable and careful ?!” whispered an annoying voice. And, no matter how many reasonable arguments Anya gave herself, she still succumbed to him.

- I need to talk to my friend.

- Okay, just hurry up, - the man nodded and got into the car.

Anya didn’t know how to explain everything to Oksana, so when she came up, she couldn’t start for a long time, and when she told, hiding some details, she heard indignant cries:

- Nus, are you completely out of your mind?!

But Anya interrupted her. No matter how embarrassing, she confessed:

- It's not just about you...

Oksana looked at her dumbfounded.

- Ah, what does that even mean? What kind of joke is this? You don't know him! Could he be a maniac? - saying this, Oksana understood that she was talking nonsense - such a man rather fights off the women himself. But concern for her friend did not give her rest. What's up with Nyurka? To take and just go with some man for the night looking, this is definitely not about Goncharova! But Anna didn't seem to hear.

- Nothing will happen to me. I just want ... You know, Oksan, I'm tired of being afraid! I want at least once not to think about three hundred rows, ”she admitted.

Oksana fell silent, realizing that Anya had already decided everything. And really, let him try, maybe it will work out. You have to start somewhere, at least with communication. Probably, Oksana, too, had not yet sobered up to the end, so she nodded her head and sternly warned:

- I'll call you in an hour, if you don't take it, I'll call the police!

- Okay, call a taxi. - Anya punished and went to someone else's car. She had a strange feeling that after the black door closed behind her, life would change dramatically and it would be impossible to return anything. But she drowned out all doubts in herself and sat in the front seat of the car. The man, taking off his glasses, burned her with a look of black eyes and flashing a white-toothed smile in the darkness of the cabin, introduced himself:

- Mark.

The girl stopped breathing, looking into his eyes, and quietly answered:

- Anya.

In response, I heard this meaningful:

- Well, let's go, Anya?- Let's go ... - the girl whispered to herself.