I can't even remember when I did it. That's right, Angelica, - Denis smiled and then his eyes fell somewhere outside the building, or rather in the area of the fountain, which is so conveniently located in front of the cafeteria. - Excuse me, I need to make an urgent call.

And my friend dialed some phone number, and then almost instantly changed, stern, straightened his shoulders, probably imagining another interlocutor. And then he got up and went to the transparent wall, muffledly discussing something.

- You're here ... he's not alone ... now we'll press ... and you're paid for it, so boy, think, - Dan's separate phrases were heard. - Tomorrow, as usual, grab everything, don't forget.

I tried not to delve into someone else's conversation, but as usual in such cases, individual words were very audible. "Let's press", "boy, think", just some kind of super-technician in front of me. He was absolutely not like a criminal element, at least in my opinion. There, Artyom, he looks like a good boy, but look what a loving asshole he turned out to be.

“Why don’t we switch to “you,” suggested Bodrov and smiled. Openly, simply sincerely, and even very disposing.

- I agree, - I moved away from the table and looked at the sunset, which played with the reflection of the setting sun in the windows of neighboring houses, shop windows, which were not in a hurry to close yet, but continued their working day. Yes, that's what beauty is in our time.

- What are we going to do now, maybe we can go to a restaurant or take a walk, - suggested my companion, obviously enjoying the day spent. - By the way, I forgot to ask, I managed to settle the issue with the one who called you.

- Nonsense, everything was resolved normally, - I waved it off with a casual gesture of my hand, but it seems that this man did not believe me, what is his right, but we are not so familiar as to cry into the vest to the first person we meet. - Let's take a walk, the weather is wonderful. Maybe on the waterfront?

“Great idea, let’s go,” my new companion praised and led me to his car parked in the parking lot. Jeep, black, it's just a house on wheels, rolled up to the embankment, dressed in granite.

We leaned against the polished railings, elbows almost touching, watching the river flow. Romance. A light summer breeze pleasantly caressed the skin, and the approaching late evening for some reason whispered that it was time to go home, because tomorrow morning I had to start cleaning and cook something tasty for the arrival of my parents. But the ever wedged bell broke our silence.

-Yes? So clean it up and fuck off, - Dan advised the unknown interlocutor in a barely audible voice, moving away from me at a fairly decent distance.

My new acquaintance turns out to be a business man on the board, since calls get him both during the day and late in the evening. No wonder he is the head of some department there. Pretty cute, serious and all at work. Just a treasure, not a guy. It’s just suspicious where such happiness comes from on my head, although there may still be a flaw in it, but I don’t see it yet.

The next call that played on his phone somewhat strained me, because it caught me just at the time of a U-turn at the intersection, but as soon as he turned, Bodrov looked at the display, and then with a careless gesture he threw it on the front panel. Well, well, there is nothing to interfere with the driver. For example, I put it on silent mode and I don’t hear any calls that distract from a pleasant environment. You might think that someone calls me so often.

- Angelica, please wait for me, just ten minutes, I'm right now, - Denis warned me, and immediately got out of the car, heading into some building with many small shops inside.

The impatient "Margo" had already called several times on a phone accidentally forgotten on the panel, and the question arose by itself, and who was she to Bodrov and, in general, the most important thing, that in the first place I asked all the men who wanted to get to know me, if he had families. Not otherwise getting old, since I forgot the most important thing.

- This is for you, - a familiar voice rang out, and a small basket of flowers was on my lap, - in honor of the acquaintance.

- Thank you, but to you, that is, someone called you, - I shot my eyes towards his mobile phone and immediately lowered them into my unexpected gift so that Dan would not inadvertently read my desire to find out who this unfamiliar Margo, who probably finger stuck to the call button. These are the women we are, we know each other for a week, we have absolutely no rights to a man, but you can’t get away with curiosity.

He took the phone in his hand, but when he saw who needed it, he grimaced slightly, and then again casually threw it on the panel. Not a girlfriend, or a girlfriend, but bored, and maybe even in a quarrel. Denis seemed like an interesting young man, but still I had absolutely nothing to do with him, and it’s not my thing to rush headlong at the first person I meet. Even Sergei from "The Happiness of the Fisherman" was more understandable than Bodrov. Too many positive traits showed up on the first day, but that doesn't happen. There are flowers with a basket, with a bow slapped on the side, although ... I don’t even remember the last time men gave me a bouquet, or at least one chamomile. Kursky, with his eternal allergy, presented me with a gorgeous bouquet only once, and that one for a wedding, but that's all. I couldn’t even get a cat, because some people are allergic to wool.

We drove up to my house and talked about nothing, remaining in his perfectly polished car. We chatted about delicious ice cream and a funny, very young couple walking along the sidewalk. The guy clumsily hugged the girl by the shoulders, and it seemed that she was dragging him on herself, it looked so ridiculous. Eh, youth, this is how it will remain hanging all its life on the fragile female shoulders.

“Well, see you tomorrow,” the satellite asked and reached out from his seat to the door handle on my side, thereby approaching me almost as close as the conditions allowed, and they even allowed very much, still not a budget Okushka.

- I'll call, - I had to squeeze into the back of the seat, but this and even the presented flowers did not save me from the kiss. Slow, learning... rather enjoyable.

“And you smell good,” his voice became somewhat low, changed, and his fingers slid over my shoulder, stroking my cheek.

“These are flowers,” I mumbled my stupid, but the only answer I could find, and then lightly touched the door and it opened, letting me out with all my thoughts into the fresh air. Definitely, my foggy brain needed to be refreshed so as not to lose my head.

I closed the door in the entrance, and only then the sound of a departing car was heard, giving the right to a big plus in the column of Dan's positive qualities, because he could drive off as soon as the girl left the jeep.

A rather unusual day did not end so easily, because sitting on the windowsill between the floors, a disgruntled Katrina was waiting for me. In leggings tight on slender legs and some kind of long T-shirt with an image of an unthinkable abstraction, just a teenager, and even a daring tail on top of her head, so simply screamed with indignation and constantly fell into her eyes.

- No, well, just look, I'm sitting, waiting for this Vasilisa like a complete fool, and she is rolling with a boy in jeeps. I'm here, you know, trying to entertain her in every way, to tear her away from the stupid persecution and despotism of her ex-husband, and generally missed her. And she won’t even call, - her friend muttered, pouting her lips.

During a period of extreme indignation, Katka called me that, but I was not offended, because in response I sometimes called her Petra or Petrovna. A sort of sweetest communication, but, in general, no offense.

-Katyun, I didn’t have time, everything was so spinning and honestly, I didn’t hide Dan from you, we only met this afternoon when my grocery bag was torn in the store. Let's go and have a cup of tea or coffee. Where are you in this outfit. Is it just me.

Kate, satisfied with my explanation, but in fact not very angry, climbed down with dignity from the windowsill and walked with me, sparkling with curious eyes, which she has a rather unusual color, yellow-brown, fading into a thin green rim around the edge. .

- Where did you buy so many products, eh? - A friend began her interrogation, taking out a ham and cheese from the refrigerator. - If my memory is not lost, your birthday is in winter.

- Parents will arrive tomorrow, so I stocked up, - I sat down on a chair more comfortably and watched Kat stir sugar with a spoon, rattling against the wall of the glass, like in a teahouse at the beginning of the last century, - in the supermarket, the package was torn, just flopped on the floor, everything rolled, and he helped to collect, and met Denis.

- Well, how is he, where did you go? With flowers, it's good, it means not greedy, if you gave it on the first day of meeting, though sometimes men need something right away, which is why they sometimes fork out. You, I hope, are not stupid, - my friend looked at me with a look, as if she doubted whether I was healthy in my head or not.