Without taking my eyes off, I looked at what was happening and hoped to the last that this was all a cheap performance of a little drunken students. As if now Vika will let go of other people's hair, jump out of this crowd to me, shouting, they say, “I was seduced, right? Shvedova, now you will know how to refuse me. Then, of course, I would have thinned out her hairline on her head, but that would have been a completely different story. Probably not so bloodthirsty.

Tuska has arrived!

I did not really understand how all the attention switched to me. Seriously, the wild screech of Vicky screaming my name, and in an instant I'm a global superstar and all the fans are staring at me.

Aha, Tuska has arrived.

Tuska wants to go home, preferably as soon as possible and with living nerve cells.

Only she has to wrap herself more tightly in a jacket, scratch her nose, and then go to the ring on wadded legs, where the fight is in progress. After all, if everyone raised their eyes, then Vika did not lower her hands yet. Zvyagina continued to hold the beauty by her chic hair.

Vic, the taxi is waiting. - Well, don’t throw yourself into the thick of me and yell that I’ll tear everyone. I kind of started like that. You never know, suddenly they don’t have enough of this to calm the hormones. - Go.

For persuasiveness, she waved her hand in the direction of the car.

And what, maybe Vika will guess that the counter is ticking and, most likely, she will have to report from her own. Suddenly, greed for money will knock the crap out of your head at once?

Finally, she agreed to come. Are you on foot or on a ram? - Stepashkina grumbled under her breath, and, of course, everyone heard her.

“Sorry, I didn’t wait for you,” I throw a reciprocal jar of poison into her and come close, crossing my fingers in my pants pocket.

Wow. There is a new addition to our chicken coop. Tribute, look, fresh blood.

That's it... Sukhanov.

How could I not notice my friend Korneev? This tall man is almost two meters tall, with the name Nazar, which is inappropriate for him. I don’t know what kind of brotherly relations they have there, but where there is Korneev, there will definitely be Sukhanov.

We'll come home, as if I'll drown Zvyagina for this masquerade.

Another unbalanced, most likely. Dry, gotta dump before the feathers fly.

And here Korneev filed a voice.

A tall guy in dark jeans and a white shirt with two buttons undone at the top. Fashion styling. On her hand is the very expensive watch, about which just recently Vika was cracking incessantly. She said that our kidneys are not enough to afford such. I look at his strong hand and do not notice anything special in them. Hours and clocks, they tell the time. But this is probably only my opinion, because according to the law show-offs are not prohibited.

Dun-bum, sorry for the sarcasm, scans me with his eyes, and his face at some point stretches into an idiotic smirk.

Have you finished your inspection? And now we're leaving. Vic, let the girl go already, and let's go home.

Please, I wanted to add, but restrained myself so as not to seem completely pathetic. And so, probably, everyone noticed that I was not comfortable standing here. I want to go home. Close your eyes and forget about everything.

Tuska, don't go. I haven't pulled out all of this bastard's hair yet.

Prudence and Zvyagin are incompatible things.

Yes, you're drunk already. Let your Tuska hit her. She said that she knows how to fight.

But cretinism and Stepashkin are synonymous words.

A few months ago, Vika and I ran to the store late at night. They were already returning from there with packages when some drunkard joined us. At first, he just walked by. Then he tried to speak. And then Zvyagina sent him on a hike, to a well-known address, and the peasant went berserk. I was closer to him, so my packages flew to the side, and I myself landed on a soft spot. Of course, you can’t ask for help from a neighbor, she immediately rushed to the house, leaving me alone. So I had to jump up and remember everything my dad taught me. But how can I remember, if it's so scary that I forgot my name? Therefore, while the man was watching Vika with his eyes, shouting all the “tenderness”, I hit him on the leg and, forgetting about the packages, ran away, overtaking my neighbor.

That was my first and only fight in my life.

“I’ll deal with this sheep myself,” Vika shouts and pulls her towards herself.

“I’ll unscrew your heads,” yells the one whose hair is getting smaller with every second.

You know, at that moment I realized that they were worth each other. And I didn’t even want to interfere, but the good uncle taxi driver got tired of waiting, so he began to honk.

Lord, what am I doing? I myself, with my feet, climb into the fray.

Parents, I'm sorry. I didn't live up to your expectations.

Vika! - I shout in the voice of a wounded devil and try to pull her by the waist towards me.

Of course, I can't do anything. An almost bald reptile, and that is how I will now call her, pushes me aside, and I fly at Korneev himself, who has already managed to move a few steps away.

You know, it's good that Vika is busy with business. If she saw that her love object was almost hugging me, then I would have been left without hair.

Be careful. You will crush me.

Here is the goat.

It's OK. Maybe becoming a cake will make you smarter. Separate them!

Are you crazy? Is this show to be missed?

I no longer paid attention to a bunch of fighters, I only heard them, but looked at the guy who was just amused by what was happening.

And what did her friend see in him?

Jerk. Even a beautiful face does not save this trait.

"They'll hurt each other because of you."

These idiots couldn't share a chair. I have nothing to do with it.

Wooden, probably. With a stupid name Daniel.

Filter what you carry. I talked here.

Again, I repeat that Vika is an idiot, since she is crazy about him.

And I'm filtering. Who do you think you are, Korneev? King and God? Do you think that you can pit the girls and laugh over it? Mom didn’t teach in childhood that girls should be protected, and not treated like a garbage pit? You're a self-confident fool, if you behave like that. You know, it would be better if they bludgeoned you, not each other.

It just dawned on me that all the sounds had subsided. I swear, I didn’t even notice the noise of passing cars. Deathly silence fell, in which everyone heard my fiery speech.

Whom did you open your mouth to? - a bald reptile barked behind me, and when I turned around, I saw that she, like a locomotive, was rushing in my direction.

What is this, a joke?

Or did she seriously decide to direct her fists at me?

What the?..

Korneev bewitches them, or what? How?

With a heavy sigh, I prepared to step aside, not to stay in place when the tiger with an open mouth rushes.

Crap.

Stand! - when only a second remained before the collision of the tank and the small bicycle, the roar of the annoyed Korneev thundered over our heads. - Get out of here.

Oh, is he talking to me?

With pleasure. And do not care that it was said in a rude manner. I turn around, but they grab my arm and hold me in place.

And you, Pajama in a flower, stay here. Who has not yet understood? Dropped alive!

My dad would shake his hand and advise him to go to work in a military unit. It's true, he just gave the order, and everyone immediately disappeared. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw how Vika, limping, went to the car, and her school friend disappeared around the corner.

Let me go.

Yeah. I have not yet been released from the clutches.

Korneev, let go of your hand!

And he doesn't listen. He looks at my face and just smiles.

So, self-confident blockhead.

Yes. Will you let go now?

Ouch. What does he do? Why is he leaning towards me? Why doesn't Zvyagina run here to be alone with her idol?

Good night, Natalie. You will satisfy my sorrows later, - he whispered in my ear, and then let go.

It's so simple, I didn't even shut my mouth for such words, but took it and let it go. I press my nails into the thin skin, checking to see if I'm still real, and when I realize everything, I take off and fly to the car, jumping into the front seat.

Now back? the taxi driver asks, nodding at his friend, who is already snoring behind her.

Yeah.

Everything is good?

I lean back in my seat and analyze what I experienced today. How can it be called ok? This is some kind of game. But… I turn to the caring man and nod my head.

"Natalie, quench my sorrows, Natalie."

Foolish song.

Damn Korneev!