Due to the safety measures taken, the car window was raised to the very top and covered with a tint film. And for some reason, regret suddenly flooded over Sergey.

Why can't he hear what they're talking about? What do young girls need in life for such a happy laugh? Maybe this time he'll understand?

Fatigue instantly disappeared somewhere, and it was replaced by hunting excitement. Right now, the man unbearably wanted to plunge headlong into some new crazy adventure.

He slapped the driver on the shoulder and instructed him to slow down near the traffic lights in order to get a better look at the laughing girlfriends.

***

Fun girlfriends interrupted by the squeal of brakes.

A black, shining in the sun Mercedes with tinted windows tightly closed, rushing at speed, abruptly stopped right in front of the girls.

Frightened by the sharp sound, Lenochka, shuddering, screamed and unconsciously clutched her heart.

Irina just shrugged her shoulders, trying not to betray her fear in any way, and bored a murderous look into the dark glass of a foreign car.

"These idiots! Jerks!" she cursed mentally and shook her fist.

***

Being hidden from prying eyes behind tinted windows, Sergey could easily see the participants in a small innocent incident.

Two girls, no younger than twenty, but no older than twenty-five. One is slightly taller with lush dark blond hair; beautiful doll face, small, almost imperceptible chest and long legs. Excessive thinness made the figure slightly stooped and angular.

Sergey just gave her an indifferent look.

His eyes darted to the second girl, and his heart seemed to break. But it didn’t fall, but on the contrary, it flew up, hammering somewhere in the throat.

Katarina?

No! What the hell?! It's just impossible!

Sergei seemed to see a ghost from the past. Small, not thin, but nevertheless fragile; not a beauty, but rather nice; clear eyebrows, expressive eyes, a small mouth and stubbornly compressed lips.

Sergey's gaze lingered a little on the two mounds of breasts under the open terracotta windbreaker, glided over the roundness of the hips covered with jeans.

So young and so truly feminine.

The wind ruthlessly ruffled the elastic curls of her red hair. It seemed to Sergei that he could smell them - the smell of spring grass and the first flowers. Just like in my youth - many years ago.

The girl looked at him with a challenge, shaking her fist, and he wanted only one thing - to see her eyes even closer to find out what color they were. He was ready to vouch that green!

The car took off just as abruptly as it had braked.

Sitting in the passenger seat of the car, Sergei smiled.

- Valera, did you take a good look at the small red fury? he asked the driver.

- Of course, Sergey Ivanych, - the shaven-headed bodyguard driver, who had long been accustomed to the variety of entertainments of the owner, responded. What will be the orders?

Sergei Ivanovich thought for a minute, as if hesitating whether to start the game. But the interest that the little girl with naughty red curls aroused turned out to be stronger than any doubt and even stronger than common sense. Namely, Sergey lacked interest in such games for a long time, so they quickly got bored.

Who knows, maybe this time it will be different?

After thinking it over, he finally made up his mind.

- Find out as much information about her as possible. Who is she, where does she live, with whom? What does he do? And the phone is required ... In short, you understand.

- I'll do it, Sergey Ivanovich, - Valera nodded understandingly.

Sergei was silent for a while, then turned back to the driver.

- Tell me, Valery, could she see us?

- No, boss, the windows are too dark. Don't worry, - Valera interpreted the question in his own way.

Sergei did not answer and again indulged in his thoughts.

It all seemed more than strange to him. There was no reason not to believe the driver. However, Sergei was ready to swear by anything, this little one looked him straight in the eyes.

No woman dared to look at him like that. Never!

And in what, in what, and in women, he understood.

And, damn it, that impudent girl showed him her fist!

It looks like she was ready to just tear him to shreds. And not in the most pleasant way. Her gaze eloquently shouted to him: “Idiot! Jerk!" And Sergei not only felt, he seemed to hear her words in reality.

A little later, on the way home, he realized another truth.

Despite how belligerent the girl's gaze was, Sergei almost physically felt the warmth emanating from her. And from this warmth it immediately became very easy and calm.

He had never experienced this either.

Sergei again smiled at his own thoughts.

And he was sure that in his turbulent life, nothing could arouse surprise and such keen interest. Moreover, such a banal, meaningless trifle, which, in theory, he should not have noticed at all.

Who would have thought that such nonsense would suddenly bring so much new to life, feelings and thoughts.

Mda-ah...

And she got him! Only good or bad, the devil will tell him.

Well, nothing, the game is on. Soon he will know the name of his future mistress, but for now he will call her Little...

***

The search for all the necessary materials for writing a thesis took a huge amount of time and required a lot of effort. I had to run around the libraries and linger for a long time after classes in the reading room.

Today is no exception.