- Damn, what did you get to the bottom of? - I'm not talkative, and patience too. - Don't worry, I'm not applying for your budget place at the university.

- Oh, why did you get the idea that I'm going through ... - Masha tries to justify herself. I only snort in response and continue my mockery of the porridge. I spent way too much time on this nerd. It's not that it was Masha who infuriated me, I'm just not a fan of long dialogues in principle. I prefer not to be pestered with empty chatter.

- Yes, Masha, don't worry, Sokolova is clearly not your competitor. In general, in terms of the brain, it can only compete with a snail - Yulka Izmailova gives her squeaky voice. How this stupid idiot pisses me off. Curvy blonde with a big bust and a round ass, in short, the exact opposite of me - a small, skinny brunette. These are women from the category, you know, of such glamorous chickens, the purpose of whose life is to trample into the mud everyone who gets in their way. Apparently, for the same as she is an additional way of self-affirmation. It is worth giving her credit, in her work she did not succeed badly. How many girls she brought to hysterics with shit pouring from her filthy mouth. But this trick does not work with me. I think this fact infuriates her quite a lot, because she cannot calmly pass me by without demonstrating all her snake nature in full glory.

- Izmailova, what do I hear? Have you finally been able to make a sentence of more than three words? Keep it up, you’re looking at September and you’ll get to the complex subordinates. - winking at Yulia, I get up from the table and head into the yard, while this dumbass, blushing with anger and straining the last remnants of convolutions, composes what to answer me. I am too lazy to engage in polemics with her. Nina Alexandrovna is already catching up with me in the yard.

- Sokolova, well, stand.

- Nina Alexandrovna, it's not fair! - offended turn - We agreed at eight, I'm not late. Don't even expect me to suck on your stinking pots.

“First, slow down your tone, Sokolova, or I’ll really send you to the kitchen,” the teacher answers, out of breath. - Secondly, tell me, please, when are you going to apply to the institute? Sokolova, do you think with your head at all? You miss all the deadlines!

Nina Alexandrovna, you again? - I roll my eyes - Yes, I will give your stupid documents. I still have a week.

- They're not my stupid papers. To prepare everything tomorrow, I warned you, Sokolova, you know me.

- Ninochka, Alexandrovna, it's okay for you to be angry - lightly embracing the woman by the shoulders, I pretend to lisp. - All right, I'll go, business-business.

- What other cases that you came up with again? - Nina Alexandrovna replies slightly softened.

- Like what? I didn't take a shower because of your breakfast. What do I stink all day now? - I smile with my most angelic smile and run towards the body.

- Sokolova, you will drive me into a coffin - the weary groan of the teacher reaches me.

***

A couple of minutes later I'm already standing in the shower under warm jets of water. Now most of the pupils loiter in the yard, so that you can wash yourself calmly, without the hustle and bustle. The hardest part is washing your hair. I am a happy owner of long hair reaching to the waist, so every time I suffer, washing my hair from shampoo. But I still don’t want to get a haircut, I can’t stand it when they touch my head, and imagining that someone will swarm in it, comb it and shred it with scissors, I completely get goosebumps.

Having washed up enough, I wrap myself in a bath towel and with a wet head and in bath slippers I slap into the bedroom. Entering the room, I see Julia sitting on my bed with a smug grin. Next to her on the next beds are her sing-alongs - an eternal retinue in the person of two girlfriends Natasha and Lyudka. A couple more girls from our bedroom are spinning around the mirror.

- Skolova, what are you preparing for a porn video? - Julia smiles at the sight of me in one towel. Sheep, apparently decided to take revenge on me for the incident in the dining room.

Are you jealous that you weren't invited? I parry. - Get off my bed.

- What are you, Katyun, on the contrary, I'm happy for you. - Izmailova answers, not even thinking of vacating my seat. - I'm thinking, - she continues thoughtfully - and in whom your acting talent has opened. Maybe your mother did the same thing?

Bitch! Without hesitation, I throw myself at this blond bitch, losing my slippers on the way, pulling her off the bed and throwing her on the floor. Yulia, all red, lying on her back, squeals like a turkey, yells and kicks, and at this time, as I am, I climb on top of her in one towel and, grabbing her by the hair, with all my foolishness I peck her with a stupid head on the floor. Nearby, the girls squeal like deafened. Julia puffs and tries to tear my hands away from her, but I grabbed this rubbish with a death grip.

- Immediately stop! - a terrible exclamation is heard somewhere nearby. Turning around, but still continuing to saddle Yulia, I see the head of the orphanage on the threshold of our bedroom.

Standing next to her is a handsome young man in a white t-shirt tightly fitting his impressive muscles, blue jeans and light-colored sneakers. A tall man, no older than thirty, with short blond hair, but the most important thing that I immediately pay attention to is his eyes. Let at least tens, even hundreds of years pass, I will recognize these malachite eyes among a thousand and I will never confuse them with anyone else in my life.

These are His eyes. Andrei is standing on the threshold of our bedroom.

Andrey

Grabbing the steering wheel with both hands and staring intently at the windshield, I drive the car at full speed along the highway.

I swore to myself, persuaded that I would leave the past in the past. And that means no ties to Katya. Forget, delete from life once and for all. That's right, it will be easier for me and for her. I couldn't, I couldn't, I couldn't. He ordered his guys to make inquiries about her. I told myself that I just needed to make sure that she was all right, that she was healthy and happy. I’ll make sure, and then for sure ... When the head of my guard said that my sister had been an orphan for nine years and had been living in an orphanage, everything in my chest broke off and fell somewhere at the feet of hell. I wanted to destroy everything, break it from rage and self-hatred. And I broke. He blew his entire office to hell. He broke the table, smashed the aquarium, and released the entire clip into the expensive leather sofa. And then he snatched from his man a dossier on his sister,

My head is in a complete mess, I can't fucking comprehend what's going on. From the complete chaos in the ruins of consciousness, only one thought makes its way like an executioner, slowly and ruthlessly reaching its victim in order to finish off, break me completely - my little sister is all alone, among strangers. What with her? How is she? Maybe someone hates her. These thoughts make me feverish and I tighten my hands on the steering wheel, so that my fingers turn white and begin to go numb. But I don't give a shit about it. Damn steering wheel, like the only thread that I hold on to, so as not to lose the remnants of my mind and keep in touch with reality.

An hour later, I'm already sitting in the director's office, nervously clenching and unclenching my fists and playing with my jaws.