© Sergey Strelyaev, 2019

ISBN 978-5-0050-1584-6

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

– Yulka, look! You remember this guy? – Irina tried to whisper, but nevertheless left quite loudly: many employees looked back in its party.

– Wait, – Yulya raised a hand, calling for silence.

– Yes look! – Irina was not appeased, from impatience pulling the girlfriend a sleeve.

– Yes that it?! – Kireeva, at last, turned, having taken out a pencil from a mouth.

– Well. … You remember? – shook the head towards the guy, hardly constrained hands from the habitual gestures often speaking for Irina it is more, than words.

– Yes leave already “matrix”! – for a moment having turned away, Ira found the girlfriend behind work.

This time Yulya absolutely did not hear her, but felt an acute pain in a neck from violent turn in the party necessary to Irina. In new situation it was not possible to see the monitor in any way, it was necessary to pay attention to the newcomer.

– Yes. It it, – was thoughtfully stretched by Yulya, considering the guy.

– So we will go. Wanted to get acquainted.

– Inconveniently. Especially with it the Dwarf, – somehow the girl indecisively refused.

– Yes throw you. Let’s go we will smoke. It is not forbidden, – Irina with a force pulled it for a sleeve.

– What for a foolish habit? – having discontentedly drawn aside a hand, returned it on the keyboard. – Too often we smoke, – took seat back in a chair, – and so last time each five minutes ran. And not to us to them now. You see, Karl Petrovich brings him up to date. Will acquaint all soon.

The chief, swinging hands, expressing true enthusiasm, with enthusiasm told about the office entrusted to it.

– This a look, – Irina left the idea about immediate acquaintance, but to stop and did not think.

Yulya, as well as a week ago, fixedly studied the young man. And artless chatter of the naive girlfriend only forced down from thoughts. And still it was worth noting: Ira is right about a look of the stranger. And here only two options appeared: or it absolutely brainless being, or is so cool that through cold glass of eyes no slightest emotion filters. Knowing the chief firsthand, it was allowed both: who only did not work with them!

– Minute of attention! – Karl Petrovich clapped the hands and, without waiting so far all will turn in his party, started business. – I want to present our new employee. I ask to love and favor. Sergey Stvorov. Here …, – significantly added instead of a middle name which could not remember.

Exclamation of the Dwarf raised smiles at subordinates and even at Stvorov.

Irina immediately reacted, having as usual begun is speeded up to chatter, to prove something. Yulya continued to watch patiently the beginner, without missing the slightest detail, solving his essence. Often people it clicked as sunflower seeds and the first impression based on observation, yet never brought it. The smile at Stvorov left quite predictable what they also expected, even not a smile, and rather weak movement of lips done only out of respect for the chief, which is not contradicting tired eyes and sluggishness of movements. Though sluggishness was not given laziness manifestation, and rather the same print of care appearing any more not in eyes, and on a body.

Having shuddered from a sudden call, Yulya mechanically pressed the button of the answer and also mechanically spoke:

– “Donbass on a palm”. Operator Yulia. Than I can help?

The persistent voice which is broken on shout demanded some data, forced to turn to the monitor, to be engaged in the duties.

– One moment – at last returned to the forgotten work.

– I from you already the fifth time hear it! – the discontent of the client continued to increase. – You what there, became deaf, perhaps?! Why calls you dump?!

Yulya could swear that asks to wait for the first time. Judging by its inner clock, the conversation hardly began, but the counter of the spent time indicated the opposite. She even lost sight when the girlfriend went back to work and went deep into the same boring routine.

Having been through with the dissatisfied client softened at the end of the conversation coquettish and as could seem, a promising voice, Yulya turned to Stvorov. On the former place of the guy it did not appear. Also Karl Petrovich was gone from a look. Having twirled on the parties black curls, Yulya began to look for sumatoshno loss as if something important already depended on it. And what turned out to find surprise it absolutely nearby to the right of herself.

– Here, it is one of our best employees. Get acquainted. Yulya Kireeva, – the managing director with obvious pleasure introduced her. They, undoubtedly, heard taming of the excited client, standing at the girl behind the back. – It also prostazhirut you.

From the cabin Irina cheerfully smiled, trying to express with the girlfriend only with it to two the known gestures.

– Volkova! Be engaged, at last, in work, – the Dwarf shouted at it, having forced to be behind a thin pier. – We still will talk to you. … Where you were unsteady in working hours yesterday? Though I guess. A visit of hairdressing salon to you on advantage. The hairstyle is remarkable. I forgive.

Instead of the answer sounds of furious clicking of fingers about the keyboard, apparently, the increased eagerness designed to represent to work were distributed. Having inclined the head, Volkova left the reddish top on a public inspection, than raised an invariable smile of Karl Petrovich. And in general, thanks to insufficiently high piers dividing jobs, all office resembled the glade covered with the multi-colored mushrooms consisting of hair of employees.

– Yulya, – gave a hand to the trainee.

Hiding nervousness, took away dense ringlets from a face, bared two accurate strelochka of eyebrows emphasizing depth of eyes. How many times it tried to be disaccustomed to touch a face with hands – to stop showing the arising disorders. Sometimes it began to turn out. Now everything occurred quite naturally: having ceased to control itself, Yulya did not notice own movements.

– Sergey, – the guy quietly answered, without changing in the person at all.

– Go, at last, we will smoke, – the chief disappeared in the office, Irina appeared. – The young man, you will not keep us the company? – zaigryvayushche the girl offered and met a look of reproach of Kireeva.

– I Ira am called, – continued the approach, without paying attention to Yulya. – Irina Volkova. Here! – parodied all the favourite chief, for eyes called by the Dwarf.

Stvorov zazhilit a reciprocal smile. The tension was not relieved: perhaps, from Irina there was a bad parodist. Yulia was confused more and more by impudence of the girlfriend. She unlike Irina hid eyes, did not know where to put them on what to stop.

Volkova, burning, continued an impact, without understanding at all that before her the person not of that warehouse with which it is habitual to deal. It is unlikely he could be enchanted, using standard, and therefore primitive receptions of heartbreakers. Possession of beauty, symmetry of figures and, of course, youth was not decisive factor in their advantage in any way. Though it is worth noticing: often listed quite was enough for conquest of guys and the subsequent pomykaniye with them – art of seduction of the girl perfectly knew.

– Well, – taking out a pack of cigarettes from a pocket, Sergey agreed.

Yulia, and with that precipitancy which and did not expect from herself got up the first. It was necessary to correct a short skirt directly at the level of Stvorov’s face moreover and in close proximity. Now angrily Irina sparkled eyes. Kireeva quailed, contrary to herself was ashamed from a subject of constant pride. How many times noted the pleasant eyes turned by it in a trace. And the short leather skirt was not the last argument causing attention to her person. But only not now: there was no planned frank rapprochement and therefore, being unprepared, the girl herself felt awkward.

– Forgive, – Yulia roughly apologized, without knowing how to hide already obviously arisen rivalry.

“The silly woman, – reproached about herself Volkova, pouring out rage, tried to give thoughts by a look. – Unless you do not see: he is rather clever and will notice all our primitive flirtation. As a result a game will cause only laughter”.

– Even it is pleasant, – Sergey rose from a chair.

The distance remaining between them disappeared and before the guy overtook a girl’s face, already managed to touch the Yuliny breast the, hardly considerably proshurshat fingers on her leg and a skirt. The body of the girl was saturated by a pleasant shiver. She once again the estimating look examined the guy and did not find in his appearance anything outstanding, anything, capable to cause an inexplicable pricking in heart. Stvorov seemed to one of millions of high, thin guys. Therefore his appearance did not give the answer, did not explain from what the girl felt all strength of the person who touched it from what in a second rush felt the mass of the hidden energy which is not given by the nature, and received in an award to strenuous efforts. It never liked guys of a similar constitution, and she preferred to sinewy, hardly noticeable muscles seen superiority like huge hillocks and massive congestions on a body even if received by means of medical supplies. Anyway, it looked effectively as well as she. So, Kireeva could not fall in love average, conceding though in something to others, the person. And let everything accepted so, now after minute acquaintance, she wanted to be with the guy, to kiss him and to kiss wildly, passionately, thoughtlessly. And obstacles to proximity were not, they were divided by only several centimeters: both felt reciprocal hot breath. Uchashchenno having begun to breathe, Kireeva slightly opened a mouth. A second more and it would cling to thin lips, but the impatient girlfriend brought out of the captivated state.

– Well you hesitate? Go!

Having begun to creak a chair, Alignments removed it back, cleared the way. As ill luck would have it, it was hooked for the table edge: it was necessary to bend, push aside an obstacle. Thanks to the same narrowness, again casually concerned it is speeded up the rising girl’s breasts. Through captured it frays, Yulya realized the absurdity of the events. At the same time desire to nestle on the guy’s breast only increased.

Nobody ever mentioned Yuli as about the corrupted person. She lived not in the fifteenth century: long ago there was behind an observance of a strict framework of decency, various grimaces in manifestation of the feelings dictated by etiquette. Now the situation was differently: it was strange to it to be influenced by receptions which got used to apply to others, trying to obtain their sympathies. Now consciously or unconsciously Sergey owned a situation, but not it. Especially the first option frightened. If Stvorov knew and used tricks of girls, then how ridiculous were its efforts fitted to other guys earlier? What if they perfectly realized an ultimate goal of light touches, views and smiles? In that case guys guessed her desires, and they needed to accompany a little that any more not it, but they achieved the desirable. And it, undoubtedly, shame. It is much more honest and simpler not to hint, and to speak openly. But how? She forgot to put into words for a long time that for it explained the refined cunnings and gentle subtleties which are imperceptibly kindling fire in the planned victim.

Having taken courage, Yulya defiantly looked in eyes to Sergey: letting know that he is revealed, and therefore it is despised. But right there stopped short: did not find in eyes of the expected smile or insidiousness – any coquetry. Stvorov paraded the interest: the girl without effort read sympathy for herself in its stare.

And still habitual did not release: being the fight accustomed to absolutely other methods, Yulya did not believe in sincerity of his eyes, and carried feelings shining in them in the category of a new way of conquest similar, perhaps even, invented by Stvorov that, undoubtedly, did it credit.

“At least, it is original: the truth still nobody made advances to me”.

And though as it seemed to it, she solved artful tactics, intolerable desire to feel strong hands on the shoulders, to feel his body, to get into skillfully placed trap did not grow cold. Thirst to share itself, the growing pleasure, caused by it, but not someone else, became obsession.

During those moments while thoughts rushed in Yulia’s head, Sergey did not cease to study her face. Did not understand Kireev yet that he already asked.

– Whether it is possible?

And her eyes answered: “Yes, of course!”

…And only much later she happened to understand that the guy did not build any strategy, and just was oneself, did not try to hide presented by the nature, made the life. Thanks to inveterate bias, did not notice Kireev how he constrains himself: stops the movements of the hands lasting to stroke her hair, to touch a moist palm, to put her beautiful head on the shoulder and, eventually, to turn into her slave.

The way was cleared long ago, and they continued to stand, without moving a little, without looking away.

“Well, give up, – Irina admired endurance of the newcomer, taking the events for a game known for it. – Look at her breast, legs. You cannot wait. You see how she licks lips”.

Having convinced of a draw, Irina reminded of herself, having left decisive fight for later.

– Idemte! – on a habit with a force pulled the girlfriend by a hand also that, stumbling about chairs, touching Stvorov, jumped out in a corridor.

Again Kireeva darted a look of reproach at her and corrected a skirt, despite its full order. Sergey followed.

– Give up you this competition, – evil whisper tore off incessant Irina. – He hears everything!

– You have a guy! And you meet it in the evening. Said that you love, – Volkova decided to find out everything and at once.

– It is possible to think, at you is not present! You meet three at once.

– With four. Yesterday’s forgot? – not without pride noticed Volkov.

– How you only do not confuse them?

Having stopped at the automatic machine, gathered free coffee (a merit and Karl Petrovich’s pride), came to the landing. Alignments, having taken advantage of the offer, passed through a glass door, tore off their brisk conversation.

At this moment, from the left office, shouts sounded. The dispute which erupted between two employees drew general attention. Guys jumped up from places, shouted, swinging before each other short glasses of papers.

– I speak to you: the consignment note on this paper needs to be printed!