Arina

I thought I wouldn't sleep in the same bed with a despot. So many things happened, it was necessary to think about everything properly. Besides, you can’t go to bed without being sure that at any moment I can grab my things in an armful and run away. But something out of the ordinary happened: as soon as my head touched the pillow, and the boss’s heavy hand lay across my waist with a master’s gesture, I instantly fell asleep, literally in a second, as if someone had simply thrown me out of reality by pressing the “turn off” button.

***

Woke up early in the morning. The electronic clock showed five minutes past six. The bed is empty. The boss was not around. I looked around and listened. The sound of water came from the bathroom. So, Ignat Valeryevich woke up earlier and took a morning shower.

His gaze scanned the room carefully. My clothes were stacked on a chair, my bag hung on the back. No one other than the boss could fold my clothes!

"What a neat man!" I was surprised.

I well remembered that yesterday the clothes were piled up in the bathroom, but now they were folded. Probably, Ignat simply had a habit of cleaning up after himself and keeping everything clean after military service. That he served for quite a long time, I had no doubts. There was a bearing and an inner core in him, and the occupation only confirmed my assumptions.

The sound of the water did not subside. Morning procedures are in full swing. I, trying not to make unnecessary noises, got up and quickly got dressed. I checked my purse: fake documents and money in place. You can run away! I didn’t want to take part in the boss’s adventures, I didn’t want to be a fake wife! I didn’t know anything about the boss’s family and didn’t want to know why he needed this circus with a fake wife!

An adult, wealthy, attractive man! He can afford to be single until sixty, and then find himself some woman, a little younger than himself, to rub rheumatism ointment into each other's old knees! In general, I had nothing bad against the boss. Even if I considered him a bastard, but in general, I did not wish evil to the boss.

I just knew that we were not on the way, so I quickly took my bag, put on my shoes and crept to the exit. I went out into the corridor, carefully, so as not to make noise, closed the door. The click was quiet. Continuing to sneak, I took two steps to the left, turned the corner and almost ran my nose into Sobolev's chest!

- Crap! She trembled all over and recoiled.

Under the ribs as if the heart burst.

- Are you going far? the boss asked, folding his arms under his chest.

I'm going for my morning cup of coffee.

- Unwashed, uncombed. To the store? I'm not a cretin and I understand women. No one would go to the store like this. You wanted to run away! Sobolev accused me.

The boss looked at me gloomily, put his hand forward, pointing his finger in the right direction.

- She returned. Sat on my butt. Alive.

I stood and considered the options in my mind.

- You have five seconds.

"And what are you going to do to me?"

“I’ll tie up a particularly dangerous criminal, report to the police.” Maybe I'll fuck a tied up one more time. Yes. I’ll fuck… I haven’t decided on the order, - he spread his hands.

"Okay," she muttered and trudged back. - Will there be coffee?

You know I don't drink coffee. Only tea.

But I'm drinking!

- Don't drink today.

My lifestyle was far from ideal, not what I dreamed of. But of all that I was deprived of, I could not deny myself coffee. I went crazy for good coffee and almost immediately found the best options even in the outback, indulging myself sometimes with a cup or two of a strong, invigorating drink!

- Bastard.

The door clicked behind him.

- What did you say?

The boss pressed my face against the wall and peered into my eyes. It seems that he had grayish-green eyes, light. But now they have darkened, acquired a frightening depth, in which silvery cold glare flickered in flashes.

- Bastard! I repeated. You left the water in the shower on on purpose.

“Checking,” he grinned. "You can't be trusted, as it turns out!"

- To you too.

- Get used to the "you". Soon I will have to portray how you flutter around me happy and in love.

- Hmm?

I looked the boss up and down. I confess, there was something of a typical rude-brutal man in him. This is what you want! But fall in love? I don't think.

“You are a good actress, you can do it,” the boss said indifferently and walked away. - Go wash up and comb your hair. Brush your teeth. I can't stand untidy women! - grimaced.

- Am I ugly?

- Did you see yourself in the mirror? Sleepy eyes, hair sticking out like tow!

- But you have nothing to hang around! she added under her breath. "Besides what's in your pants."

But I had already said the last words, hiding behind the closed bathroom door. He won't break down the door! You have to make amends...

She looked in the mirror. Alas, the boss was right. I didn’t look very good: my face was swollen, with a pillow mark, my hair sticking out in different directions, my bra was put on somehow, with twisted straps. But I didn't care about beauty. I thought only about saving my own life!

After washing up, I returned to my room. The boss was talking to someone on the phone. As soon as I showed up, he immediately switched to monosyllabic: "yes", "no", "everything is under control" and the signature "I'll call you back later."

- Washed up? Good.

Ignat Valeryevich examined me from head to toe, lingered on my face and slid down. Slowly, I started to get nervous.

- What's the matter? — could not stand the silence of the first.

I'm wondering how much money you'll have to spend. You are dressed inappropriately. My wife must be dressed sexy!

"Why can't I just be a woman in a dressing gown and curlers on my head?" - threw up her hands.

“Because you don’t have to lose face in front of your family!” almost spat out the word.

Involuntarily, I became interested, what kind of family does he have? It seems that the opinion of the family was dear to the boss, but at the same time, the words sounded with hatred!

***

Ignat paid for the hotel room and took me to breakfast in a small cafe. As soon as I crossed the threshold of the institution, I felt the enchanting aromas of the freshly prepared drink of the gods and swallowed viscous saliva.

“Come on, order your coffee!” Ignat jerked up the left corner of his lip. And a hearty breakfast.

I myself gave him the tool to conquer in his hands! Now you can not say that he alone is to blame. For a cup of good drink, I was ready to forgive Ignat some nuances.

We took a table in the corner, Ignat ordered breakfast. Breakfast promised to be plentiful.

- Will you eat it all? I was surprised.

- We. I ordered for two.

- I don’t like oatmeal and pancakes with cottage cheese.

- You will love it. Eat everything. Breakfast should be solid!

- I probably ordered dumplings with borscht for myself.

“And aspic,” the boss didn’t even smile. - And now about the serious. First. You hand over the keys to the bedbug. Second...

- How is your eye? I interrupted the boss.

- Good. And what?

- If you are one-eyed, you can attach a black bandage. Looks smarter, John Silver.

John Silver was one-legged, not one-eyed. Finished? Eat porridge! They just brought it. Do you want coffee? Eat porridge with pancakes!

I had to eat. It turned out to be delicious too! When I started to have a cup of coffee, my mood lifted, I was even ready to listen to the nonsense that the boss demanded of me!

“Second,” he chewed. Let's go to the capital...

- Stop! Why the capital? But what about Vladimir, where is your company "Professional Cleaning of Houses and Carpets"?

“It was a work requirement. My main activity is in the capital. I live there. Any questions?

I wanted to quietly crawl under the table! I didn't want to go back to the city I had fled from! Ignat Valeryevich regarded my silence differently.

So there are no questions. So! Come on, let's go to the store. We'll buy you underwear, clothes, shoes… All sorts of women's quirks,” he grimaced. - To create the appearance of your permanent and long-term residence in my house.

— What personal belongings?

I frowned. For three years of living on suitcases, I learned to manage small things and fit all my belongings in one sports bag!

- Miscellaneous. You are a woman, aren't you...

I was silent.

“Anyway, it’s none of your concern. I will buy everything. Don't get confused, just what, - he grinned. - Women usually like to decorate themselves with earrings, bracelets, use cosmetics. Do you know what it is? The means by which women ...

— I know what cosmetics are! You don't have to explain to me.

But you don't use it.

- None of your business!

- There is also beautiful furniture.

You added an extra letter. Did you mean underwear? Imagine, I know what underwear is.

Yes, you have underwear. Cotton sail. One shorts are enough to dress all the naked kids somewhere in the village of Nigeria.

Oh, you're a fucking esthete! I have underwear that suits me! Previously, I did not deny myself beautiful underwear, but now I did not have a man and the opportunity to buy luxurious things for myself. Therefore, you should go to the ass, esthete! How does this man combine such obscenity and craving for beauty?! Boss, meanwhile, continued imperturbably:

- I'm talking about something else. Fucking! What men like to watch and shoot. After this, e usually begins ... - he suggested, looking with a vulgar hint in his bright eyes. - Eb...

“La,” I finished. - Fucking! Very witty! Did you come up with this term yourself?

- Do you have anything against it?

I hope this ends as soon as possible. Why would you buy me clothes?! Am I going to defile half-naked in front of your family?

Trust me, it's necessary. Smart women immediately understand when the other is wearing, the devil knows what, and men are not stupid either. They see who is in front of them.

I waved my hand at the boss's moralizing. The despot instantly grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

- Manicure is. Wow! — surprised.

- I'm not a savage! Imagine, I still have normal hair removal.

Even in the bikini area! I still wanted a man! - he chuckled. - Kitty was preparing for an unexpected meeting.

- It's for convenience. His own, in no way connected with the peasants.

“I think during the forced pause and hiding, you have learned to cope well on your own. With the main thing… Do you masturbate often? the boss asked.

After saying that, the boss did not turn down the volume at all! I choked and coughed. The waitress, who was cleaning the table to our right, scattered the collected rubbish. The old woman at the next table seemed to have been blown away by the wind. Or a heart attack, I thought, looking at how the unfortunate granny was skewed after the words of the boss.

— Ignat! I hissed. - Speak quieter.

Are you embarrassed to talk about sex?

He didn't even start talking! This mutt has a volume control screwed up?! Or just out of order?

- Not! But not here?

- Why not?

The boss dealt catastrophically with the manna, sending piece after piece into his mouth, grinding with his jaws.

- When was the last time you had sex?

- Yesterday! It's like you don't know.

- It was not sex, but fleeting prevention.

- What?!

— Prevention. Test drive. Sex will be later, — smiled. - Lots of sex.

“No” many times! Let's go back to our fake marriage. We stopped at clothes! You will buy me a mountain of junk. Will it all stay with me? When will there be no need to impersonate your wife?

- Not. Take it off, carefully fold it, I'll give it to a thrift store.

- Good.

- It was a joke! Ignat was indignant. - I'm not a miser, I don't save on women. Whatever I buy, you keep! It's useless to me.

- But most likely, you will have to do just that, that is, hand over things to the commission. I'm used to living light.

- The motto of all swindlers. Don't burden yourself.

- You do not know me! I hissed.

“So tell me,” he looked intently. - Tell me what happened. I promise I'll help you figure it out!

- Not! - leaned back.

The color drained from my face. To tell means to trust him! Once I already trusted a close, very close person. Got a knife in the back. Nothing more! Moreover, I will not trust the one who blackmails me into a deal!

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