We met her in the evening, near the cinema. I was a student, gave up my studies, and in order to unwind a little to go to the cinema, I stood in thought near the posters, and then she came up and offered to go to the cafe. Like, she was alone in a foreign city, and she has a birthday today.
And what to me? The girl is pretty, Kazashka, and I always liked the Asian -type women. While we were going to the cafe, I examined it well. Low, slender, dressed modest, but neat. We bought a couple of bottles of port in the stall, sat in a cafe at a table in a corner, drank for acquaintance, for my birthday and gradually, for wine and a snack, I recognized its story. In Kazakhstan, she was married to thieves.
For those who do not understand, these are those who move in this direction. Crusting, racket and so on. If you discard Kazakh specifics, the same as everywhere. He drank a lot, but what was there- he was drunk and he was very jealous of her. Rita (this is the Russian version of her name), felt like a bird in a golden cage.
And after the tragedy happened, their child, Rita decided to flee to Vladivostok, to the guy whom she met and whom she loved at school. She did not marry him, because he is Russian, and the parents were against this. Well, now she did not care. But she did not reach Vladivostok, drank with her fellow traveler on the compartment, fell asleep and was wiped, without money, without things without a ticket.
In Chita she was dropped out. At the station, when she sat and cried, not knowing what to do, Khachik approached her, showed part, promised to help, offered to spend the night with him (he said that he was renting an apartment with friends), vowed that no one would offend her there there. And in the apartment in the evening a feast, they drank pretty, Andrei, the one who brought her, went somewhere (it seems he was urgently recommended). Rita was left alone with his two friends. One of them, Rustam, led her to another room and without abysses, invited her to take in her mouth.
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