Leon Malin - Agency Amur. 1 dozen stories

– Girl, this is not you dropped?

And I gave Irina a small rose, which I had bought in advance. She blushed, smiled, and her gentleman gave me a contemptuous-angry look. A few minutes later Ira returned alone.

“Thank you, young man, you are very kind.”

– My name is Oleg, – I stood up.

– Irina, – and they gave me a hand, which I kissed.

– Irina, will you compose a company for me to ride around the city, see the local sights?

– If you wait for me half an hour, I will. She smiled coquettishly.

Half an hour later we were driving along the red beautiful car to Sochi. I did not know the city at all and moved at random. Riding, I invited the girl to the cafe. We drank a cup of coffee with cakes.

– What are you doing, Oleg?

– I have a small business, a network of gas stations throughout the country. I am also engaged in real estate, houses in Europe, the Emirates, the United States. And what are you doing?

– I? Nothing, I just live… I enjoy life, – Irina laughed. – And where do you live, Oleg?

“Tomorrow I’m flying to St. Petersburg, things, you know.” Here I stopped – here I called the brand of the most expensive hotel in Sochi. “But you can not come to me.” You see, Irina, I came here not alone.

I put the brush on her hand and looked Irina closely into her eyes.

“Could we meet tonight?” Let’s say you have? Because tomorrow I already fly away. Or we can meet in St. Petersburg. Will you be there soon?

“All right, Oleg, come to see me this evening at nine o’clock.”

In the evening, taking with them flowers and champagne (all this will be included in the bill to the customer), I was at Irina’s room. The woman was supremely luxurious. Spirits, linen, manners, everything was delicate, unobtrusive and at the same time beat on the spot with his class. Probably, Ira was a prostitute of the highest level. In a word, she gave me unforgettable impressions and pleasures. Saying goodbye in the morning, we agreed to meet in 3 days in St. Petersburg. I called her the address of my office, but did not say what it really is. For some reason, I was sure that she would come…

In the evening of the next day, we went back to Victoria. At night, she again naked fell to me under the blanket.

“I can not sleep, Olezhek.” Will I lie next to you?

“Let’s lie down,” I pressed her closer to me.

– Olezhek, or maybe we’ll get married? After all, we are good with you together.

– Vikusya, but what about work? How will we work together if we are married? Have you thought about this?

“Well, I can quit my job.”

“No, I will not let you go.” Such a good helper I will never again be.

So, embracing, we fell asleep.

On the appointed day and hour the customer came to us, Sergey. But Ira did not come. Apparently, she was gone again. And the contract was in jeopardy.

Why did not my plan work? Maybe she got to know me, somewhere I “pierced”? The customer gave us another five days. Irina was alive and well, but why was she hiding from Sergei? Does not love him? And why, in general, does he seek her out to explain himself? I dialed Ira’s work phone number mechanically.

– Hello, Irina Andreevna did not appear?

– Appeared. Shall I call her?

– No, – I quickly disconnected.

So she is here, next. We must go, somehow hold her back, so she does not disappear again. In the corridor of her office we met with Irina, after that unforgettable night in Sochi, only a few days passed.

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