Putting Zvyagina to bed, I was sure that in the morning she would at least ask for forgiveness, at the very least she would swear to me that the next time she drank, she would eat the SIM card and not call me.

But Victoria is a person who knows how to surprise.

Therefore, in the morning, it was not my own alarm clock that woke me up early, but the hungover howl of an irritated Zvyagina.

I'm not going to lie, I managed to neigh maliciously into my pillow before the door slammed against the wall, and its knock seemed to promise me that the piece of wood would not take another blow like that.

Why the hell did you want to embarrass me yesterday? - Astonishment? No. Shock. I was shocked by this statement. "Do you have any idea what they'll think of me now?"

Good morning to you too. You don't have to thank me, I'll get by.

I look at my watch and am glad that I still have ten minutes left to soak up under the covers.

Thank you? For what? Because Danya now thinks that I am talking to some collective farmer who walks the streets in prehistoric pajamas? For this? Could you at least dress decently?

All thoughts and hopes for peace and a short sleep immediately flew out of my head.

I'm sorry I didn't think about the appearance. Vic, how about it? Would a prom dress fit, or is this a special case, and I had to go through the store?

The voice with which I uttered every word can easily cool Africa.

Enough swearing. Tus, you set me up, actually.

The human eye is an open book. All thoughts, ideas can be read in them. And I read. I look at my roommate, who made me have a good night, and read them only condemnation. She really doesn't feel guilty. She blames me.

Framed? How do you open your mouth to say that? I spent my last money to take your drunken ass. Some reptile almost introduced me to her fist. And I'm a fiend? Fine! Don't forget to close the door behind you.

At the moment, I didn’t care at all that we were now arguing, Vika would freak out and move out. I don’t care that I have to look for a room again, and before that I go to a pawnshop so that I have something to pay for everything. After all, my conscience will not allow me to call my parents, and therefore I will have to say goodbye to the only gold earrings. Spit. It’s hard to even explain what emotions were raging in me at that moment.

Tus, cool down. Well, excuse me. You know that I am stupid.

Do you visit?

“I do,” she answered through clenched teeth. “I don’t remember that someone rushed at you.

I exhale as the emotions subside slowly. They smoke, of course, but not so scorching. I put my feet on the floor and, without looking at my neighbor, I leave the kitchen, knowing that she is following me.

I sincerely sympathize with the neighbors, because the stomping of Vika's feet resounds even in my head.

Tus, who wanted to hit you?

Most importantly, do you remember that I dishonored you with my appearance, but do not remember how your sparring partner wanted to slam me into the wall? Nice, Vic. Very cute. And most importantly, how useful. An excellent excuse for all occasions. “Sorry, I was drunk, and I don’t remember how I slammed someone”, “Sorry, but I missed the moment when I robbed the bank.” Why are you even fighting? Do you think the idiot Korneev is worth it?

Yes, the bitch stuck to him.

And so you imagined yourself a great hairdresser and decided to leave the girl without hair? Should I be afraid of you?

Of course not. You're not going to encroach on my Danechka.

A nervous laugh, and the teaspoon, with which I stir my tea, beats against the glass with a clang.

You can be sure of that. Womanizers, all sorts of self-confident assholes and jerks who have raisins for brains, are not at all my taste.

As she said. It will have to be recorded somewhere.

I am pleased. And I'm sorry, but I repeat, you dishonored me yesterday with your stupid pajamas. She does not have a collar, but a runway.

Yes, my pajamas are normal. Normal. My grandmother gave it to me for Christmas. A few years ago. So what, that she is in a flower. And let that was in vogue about five years ago. I'm comfortable. Although Vika always did not like her, and it is understandable, give her lace peignoirs. So that everything that is necessary is emphasized, and the unnecessary is hidden. True, if you look at Zvyagin, it is difficult to understand that she has something unnecessary. It is even strange that Korneev does not pay attention to her. Vika is to his taste. She cut off her hair on purpose, because somewhere she heard that he did not like long-haired people. Stupid. I would never do that for a guy.

You can land on this runway right now and fly to your Stepashkina. She won't embarrass you for sure.

Ludka is a fool. With her, you can only go to the club, and you are my best. Thoughtful.

I freaked out. Was it just me being praised or called a gray mouse? Probably, Vika realized that she blurted out without thinking, so she immediately jumped up to me, holding out a pack of waffles.

After couples we will return home, and I will wash the floors. And I'll clear the bathroom for you. Deal?

Not.

Although it seems that Zvyagina's conscience still woke up. I have never heard the words "I will wash the floor" from her. Surprisingly simple. Most likely, the alcohol is not all weathered.

Even though I was awakened earlier than usual, we were still late for a couple. I was already at the door when I remembered that I had left my phone on the bedside table. I didn’t want to walk in shoes, so I asked Vika to bring a smartphone. She just seemed to start feeling her guilt, but this, in general, rarely happens, or rather, never, so I want to use this time to the fullest.

Tus, your mom called you here.

What a habit to dig into other people's phones? Maybe the love of my life writes to me there, and you stick your nose?

Yeah. You have a fig love, since Lepsa throws off the song. Natalya, you didn’t tell me that someone appeared at your place. He's an old man, right? Of course, old. What normal guy would listen to this crap?

“Come on now,” I suddenly raise my voice.

You could at least write it down. By the way, the number is familiar. Heck. It's already white. Coffee for me and urgently. Need to sober up.