Collective farm.
– Lena, where you were hanging around, the time is already in the morning and you just got home..? – Yes, and drunk in addition, how do you go to school in the morning? My mother met me from the threshold, she stood on her sides, with an angry face. In her bedroom, the light was burning, this bitch is visible, she didn’t go to bed specially, she was waiting for me to read the notation for me at night. She no longer beat me to beat me, although in childhood, mother, often pameped at my young ass with a strap. I grew up with a girl, hooligan and even registered in the children’s room of the police.
Cigarettes stole cigarettes with a friend in a store in the self -service department and got caught. And now she was full of desire, to severely emit, her daughter, judging by her red face with anger. But I was afraid to get back, I studied in the 11th grade and I was already 18 years old, I was a beautiful and tall girl. Even with the guys fought at school and there is nothing to say about the girls, they did not take risks, get into a fight with me.
After the case when I excelled the light, a classmate, from a guy fought with her, in the courtyard of the school and I beat her a lot, with my feet and hands. I fought in male, without any clinging to my hair, and skiing on the ground, as girls do. It’s good to fight, I was taught by Sergey, a guy from Moscow, who was taking to our collective farm for the summer, to his grandmother.
Long as a kalanch and thin like a match, a former collective farm agrane, Baba Zina. This Sergei gathered around him, a company, village children and girls and was highly wandered, since he was two years older than us by age. Yes, and he looked at his nineteen years, he grew up and solidly, that he was sometimes invited to his company to play cards or billiards, the guys who served the army. And Sergey was a bully, he knew many interesting stories and jokes that he told us in an old, abandoned collective farm shepherd, on the edge of the village.
Under the strict leadership of Sergei, I learned to smoke, drink wine and fight, boyish. – Lena, learn to stand up for yourself, do not be afraid of anyone, and always hit the first… – Sergey used to me, learn to strike, with his feet and arms. My dear Seryozha, he was my only true love, and my first man.
He broke me a virgin, in that very abandoned shepherd, on the edge of our village.This happened in the spring, just before his departure to the army, I surrendered to him, loved him madly. And she did not regret it, because, Sergey turned out to be an experienced lover, no pain or unpleasant sensations, then, lying under him, in a shepherd on an armful, last year’s hay, I did not feel.
But she did not fly to the “Cosmos” did not lose consciousness from the first sex with the guy, it was pleasant and all, without orgasm. I didn’t have it, I didn’t even masturbate at that time, I don’t know why, but I didn’t want to do it, although I saw this in porn films and some of my friends, I satisfied my finger. And soon Sergey went into the army and I never saw him anymore, my lover served in Chechnya, in the midst of military operations.
I managed to get from him, only a couple of letters, and he disappeared, went missing, near Urus – Martan. The column, the federal forces in which Sergei rode, ran into an ambush of militants in the mountains. An unequal battle ensued, since the bandits surpassed in numbers, our fighters, several times. Then, after the battle, when the “turntables” and reactive fire flew up, the militants drove into the mountains, the feds, found the mutilated bodies, twenty fighters, Sergey was not among them, neither living nor a dead.
Since then, there was neither a rumor or spirit about him, he was not considered either prisoners or deserter, he simply went missing in the mountains during the battle. This sometimes happens in the war, I have a grandfather in the Great Patriotic War, missing. – Come on your mom, calm down, this school was given to you… – I don’t have a traction to study, and I’m not going to get off after school…
– Let’s better glasses and snack on the table, let’s sit on the home… I told my mother, and took out a bottle of expensive cognac and a pack of “glamor” from her purse. My mood was good and I didn’t want to swear with my mother. Because I just returned from the guy who was torn well in the car, gave me money and a bottle of cognac. – Where are you bought by Lena such an expensive cognac..?
Mother twisted a bottle of Martel in her hands worth 4 thousand wooden, which she did not drink. We lived poorly, I did not earn studying at school, my father worked as a tractor driver on a collective farm, and received little, moreover, part of the salary, drank it. For which he was a bit of his wife repeatedly, the mother worked on the same collective farm with a milkmaid on the farm and received no more than her father. Money was barely enough for the payment of communal services and housing and communal services, and modest food in the form of maccaron tired to collists in the stomach.
Well -aircraft farm helped, cucumbers, tomatoes, potatoes, and other vegetables, were their own. – Yeah bought it, I ran away, where I will take four thousand to buy such cognac..? – This was my boyfriend and not only cognac, but also something else… – Hold on the apartment you will pay and give your debts… I told my mother, taking out a jeans jacket from a breast, a red monetary bill and laid it on a table, next to a cup, sauerkraut.
– How to give it, for what…? – The mother asked with surprise, taking from the table, a five thousandth bill. Her monthly salary on the farm where she worked. She even into the light, checked the banknote if she was fake. Before that, it was amazing to take from her daughter’s hands, such a lot of money, when she was just yesterday, begged her trifle for cigarettes.
But her mother’s surprise was short -lived, checking the money for “lice”, she hid the banknote in the backbone pocket in which she was dressed and arranged for me to interrogate. – Lenka, admit honest where you have this expensive cognac and stole money..? – I have something to wait in the morning..? I was inquiring my mother, knowing my criminal inclinations in the past. – What cops, mom..?
– I told you in Russian, cognac, money and in these expensive cigarettes, Boyfrand gave me… – Let him plant a couple of times, so he forced herself… – I told my mother, pouring cognac in piles. A bottle of expensive Martel stood next to a cup of sauerkraut, which was perhaps a mother on a surrealist, dignity of the pen salvador Dali. – What… – For your pierced hole, five thousand and cognac, they gave..? – Mother brought a poured glass of cognac to the nose and sniffed, still not believing that it was a real cognac. It was wild for her mother that her daughters were given her monthly salary on a collective farm and a bottle of expensive cognac, at a cost of at least four thousand.
The usual fee in rural areas for love joys, this is a glass of moonshine or vodka. And then the daughter brought her a five -thousandth piece of paper, which you can live on for a month. – Yes they gave, and they will still give… – I answered my mother, biting the drunk cognac, sauly cabbage from the cup, taking it with my fingers without a fork. I waited for my mother to drink too, he would bite cognac, cabbage and in an undertone quietly told her so that I would not hear our conversation, my father sleeping in the hall on the sofa.
– And they will give you Erna, if you come with me tomorrow night… – My boyfriend has a friend, it’s hard for me to serve two of them. – And you, help me, make money and get pleasure… – I suppose I already forgot when I slept with a man..? – I told my mother, nodding to her door leading to the hall, because of which, a snoring, a drunken father, came. Mother slept from her husband for five years separately, father in the hall on the couch, I am in another room and mother in her bedroom.
Not only is his father, he constantly came from work “cramped” so from him as a diesel fuel pertle, as to go to bed with such. It will be like in the song – “I gave the tractor driver with a tractor driver, I slept, for two weeks of soap and a diesel fuel.” – here’s a slut, litter, she lies under each oncoming and mother, offers to become a whore… – It was necessary to have a slut as a child, strangle you with your own hands so that you would not disgrace our family…
– Mother stared at me angrily, looking at point -blank eyes. After all, I have never talked to her on intimate topics before, and then bam, like a butt on the head. Offered, her mother, a joint has sex with guys, and even for money. I would be in her place, I would also have stunned when I heard the teenager’s daughter, who was still at school, but already got on a vicious path, debauchery.
– Ugh, how such cigarettes can be smoked, only so halaves smoke… – Mother coughed, lighting from my lighter, a cigarette taken from a pack of “glamor”. After the cheap and strong “Java” which the mother smoked, and other milkmaids, light female cigarettes, caused her coughing. Although she shone her daughter for fucking, she was not shy, take her money earned by prostitution, to drink expensive cognac, and smoke her cigarettes.
– Yes, you went to hell Erna, with your moralizing… – I suggested you business, and you read morality to me… – Drag bidons with milk and further for a penny on your farm…- I won’t give you money anymore, and I won’t help you, I will not come, I’ll go to Moscow soon, my collective farm is already sitting in the liver. – Cognac, you can leave yourself, tomorrow I will “earn” and I went to sleep, the school is like not to oversleep. – I got up of the table, took the cigarettes and went to my room, leaving the kitchen, with a sagging from the jaw heard.
I undressed in the dark, I didn’t want to turn on the light, how to go to the bathroom to wash myself for the night, I didn’t want to, although Arsen, the guy who was fighting me until one in the morning in the car, grunted to me in the vagina, be healthy. I gave him, although in the “elastic band” but still the crotch was some kind of sticky, because I also finished with him, but not once but two, which rarely happens to me. Maybe I was started by the fact that I first in my life, gave a guy for money, was engaged in prostitution, strictly speaking with him, before sex, the cost of her “services”.
Here I am a fool, why did she have to tell her how I earned five thousand and cognac? Walking along the road to the bathroom, I thought, hearing an invited tambourine, a mother in the kitchen, she always began to mutter under her breath when she was not happy with something. In the bathroom, I stood in the shower, the water was barely warm because of the weak pressure, again somewhere a breakthrough, and the column does not work, the pressure of the water is weak, the gas is quietly burning.
Fucking collective farm, here to even wash, you can’t. Soapy crotch, with fragrant soap, I examined my “working” place. Chubby, “pie” pussy, was without gratitude and redness, which sometimes happens with sexual intercourse. “Girl” is my sweet, “nurse” I thought I was considering my genital organ, which should now be my main source of income.
To become a prostitute, I firmly decided, last summer, after meeting with my former fellow villager Ira, who was a year older than me, and after school, immediately went to Moscow, go to the institute. At least her mother, the collective farm postman, Nikitishna, said to everyone in the post office that her daughter, went to Moscow, study for agranoma and after studying, will work on our collective farm.
With this Ira, we were not that friends, but sometimes we talked, in the club, the only place in the village where it was possible to spend the evening culturally. And we met in the district center, I was shopping to the city, I came and Irka, only got off the bus, at the bus station, my mother decided to spend from Moscow. Before our collective farm, where we lived with her, the buses did not often go, only three flights a day, late on the schedule, had to get on the way or go on foot, which Irinka and I did and did.
Throwing bags on the shoulders, we walked along the highway, smoking on the go and voting, every passing car. When I asked my friend how her study in Moscow was moving and whether she will return soon, to our fucking collective farm, to work as an agronomist? Irka looked at me like crazy and even twisted a finger at the temple.
It turned out that she did not study at the institute for a day, at first, Ira began to live in an apartment, at one of her aunts in her mother in Moscow, and then she arranged her life. I met, with Moldovan Sveta, who turned out to be a “mommy” in one of the many metropolitan brothels and helped my friend “work out” there. According to Irka, the “work” in the brothel is not dusty, there is no need to hill, swallowing dust like on a field on a collective farm, or carry heavy civa with milk on a farm.
You just need to spread your legs, taking customers, receiving decent, even too decent money by collective farm standards. And when she said that on average per month, she “earns” 40 thousand rubles in a brothel, I almost fell on the road, from what I heard. – Forty thousand…???? – I asked my friend, not believing my ears, because my mother on the farm, working from dawn to dawn, removing manure, milking cows and carrying heavy cans with milk, received five thousand a month, and these cents, sometimes detained.
And here is 40 thousand, a whole fortune for the village and most importantly for what? Fuck with men? No need to get up with a bunch, go to the farm a little light, milk cows, and wait a month when you are paid, pathetic five thousand, of which half, you need to give for a communal apartment and debts to the store. And here it is necessary, just lie, spread his legs wider and “earn” loot, accepting customer members.
– Yes, forty thousand, it happens more, it is clean, taking into account all the executions… – Irka said, stopping on the sidelines of the road to correct her bag hanging on her shoulder. – The main part, money takes away the light, the mistress of the brothel, who also needs to pay, bandits and cops, roofing her half legal institution. After all, officially a brothel wears a sign of a massage salon, and Irka and other girls are listed in it masseuses, although they perform a “work” of a different kind that is not related to massage.
– Listen to Lena, you finish the school next year? – So immediately after school, come to our Moscow, I will arrange you for “work”… – With your data, a friend, you will “earn more of me” – Irka looked at me, looking around from head to toe. Looking as if at a good thing that can be profitable to sell.
Ira herself, although she was cute on her face, but with forms, she did not work out, the boobs are small, thin like a mop, and the priest is flat like a washing board. Her mother, the postman Nikitichnu, was called the eyes of the “wobble”, for her thinness, so Irka went to her mother, long -legged, thin but whore. Not otherwise like men in Moscow, they got completely crazy with hunger, since such a “wobble” such a huge money pays, for sex with her, I thought I was looking at my friend.
Even on our collective farm, Irka did not enjoy the guys in particular demand, only Tajiks, shabashniks, repairs, are rushing for her, near the village. That was still who to fuck, even an old woman, before they were hungry to women from the mountains, went down. Irka on the road, to the village, then gave me her phone and address, at which she could be found in Moscow, in case she loses her cell phone.
From that memorable summer day, when I walked along the highway to my collective farm, with a friend, and from a conversation with her, I found out what kind of sex you can get a lot of money and not a glass of moonshine as in our village. It took about a year and here last night, when I decided to give me a lifting, on my supported foreign car, a nice young Caucasian Arsen, I remembered what Irka told me and firmly decided, if I had to fuck for money. – Why is a nice Devushka walks alone and a BES of the guard..? –
With the Caucasian accent, young jigit asked me when I went from the district center to my collective farm, late for the last bus from the district center. – And you bring me to my village so that Devushka does not go alone… – I mimicked the Caucasian, responding to him, his own rogue tongue. He even got his eyes on his forehead, he instantly opened the door of the car, learning that a pretty, greasy, busty young blonde, he herself asks him, give her a lift.
Churks they are chocks, hunting for Russian women, especially young and beautiful as me. Their women go all over -wrapped, wrapped in clothes from head to toe, and in haremos in addition. And on me yesterday, I was dressed, a short jeans skirt, tightening, and even with a cut in front, when I dressed in front of the mirror, I wanted to fuck myself, before that I looked sexually in this short skirt with a cut. What can we say about hot southern guys?
This Arsen, and stared in my car at my naked thighs, and I still spread my legs specially so that he was visible, the edge of the snow -white panties dressed on me that evening. So he looked more at my thighs than at the road and almost went to the oncoming, under the “KamAZ” loaded with sand. As a result, without reaching a kilometer to my village, Arsen turned the forest belt in the near future and offered to make love with him as a fare fee.
To which I agreed, but only for money, five thousand for a blowjob and traditional sex, given the addiction “chock” to the anal, which I have not yet practiced. Arsen did not think for long, judging by the hefty hill on the width of his pants, he was very excited, examining along the way, wide naked thighs, young blondes, under a short skirt of which, whitish, panties peered out, peered, peeped. – Good Lane, I agree, but only at him at first, otherwise he began to smoke with Manya…
– The young Caucasian told me and rasting the fly, pulled his dick out of his panties. Which he really almost “smoked” from frantic tension, due to the fact that the village whore, so ramily pushed her thighs. I must say that the member of Dzhigit was large, 20 centimeters and with a large red head at the end. With such a large penis, I have not yet encountered, Sergey, my first guy, a member of the member, 16.5 cm and rural guys with whom I had sex, did not have the ends like Arsen.
– Well, Lane, what are you pulling..? – Sow, work out your money… – Arsen, put it in my hands, a five -thousandth bill and without waiting for me to take his Caucasian member in his mouth, he bent my head to his fly, painfully grabbing my hair. – Suck, like this, Lana, au well done Devushka… – I said to me, jigit, smoking my tongue with pleasure. Although it was for me, the first blowjob in my life. I got fucked with guys but I didn’t take anyone in my mouth.
This is only in porn films and erro stories, girls when they go to bed with a guy, they make a blowjob and give themselves to the rear passage. In real life, this is not, not even every wife, to agree to take her husband in his mouth and even more so, give him anal. In rural areas, I am not girls and women who practice blowjob with guys and give in the ass, they call hules, sluts, despise and consider them as prostitutes. As a rule, normal guys will not marry, and if they are married, then some, drunk. – Ooo… – Lane, you look at the bite of the mne his… – Arsen, shuddered when I came to the teeth on his bark, biting his head slightly. So Irka taught me, an experienced Moscow Putan, just before leaving for Moscow, a friend shared a blowjob technique with me, demonstrating her skill, on the stick of the Finnish servel.
Irka took sausage in her mouth and swallowed her as much as possible, that she rested her throat. Then she released, slightly gnawed the sausage with teeth and again took into her mouth, gently sucking. So now, after teeth processing, the jigs of dzhigit, I tried to swallow his huge member in the mouth, but from the lack of experience I coughed when the highlander’s damp, rested on my throat, blocked my breath. Having coughed, I automatically released from my lips, a member of Arsen and as it turned out on time, because I immediately got into the eye, a tight stream of sperm, bursting out of its bark, followed by a stream and more.
– Yyy..AAA…Yyyy…aaaaa… – He growled Arsen ending, he jerked my head to his groin, it hurts like the last time, grabbing my hair and I had no choice but to work out how to work out my money. Accepting in the mouth, streams of hot Caucasian sperm. True, I was not going to swallow it, suddenly this jigit is contagious? And when Arsen, having finished growl, letting go of my head, having previously finished off, thick as sour cream, sperm into my mouth, I lowered the car window and spit it out, his gossip to the ground.
– Hey.. – Lane, listen, why do not care, it is necessary to swallow him… – Tabe that is disgusting my sperm..? – Arsen made an offended face, looking at how carefully I wiped my lips, with a clean handkerchief, which was prudent, took with me that day, as I knew that he would come in handy, but completely for other purposes. – Well, you’re cute, not at all disgusting…
– I tilted my head and took the fallen end into my mouth, the young dzhigit, gently sucked him, making it clear to the guy that he was not disgusting to me. By honest Arsen, I liked it, he somehow reminded my former lover Sergey, the same black with the antennae, on the highlander Arsen, did not look like a little, his appearance was quite European.
The fact that he is a Caucasian, he was given out not a Russian dialect and a nose with a light hump. And I was grateful to fate for my debut in the role of a prostitute, I came down just with such a pretty guy as Arsen.
But I understood that in the future, in order to earn a living, I would have to go to bed and with ugly guys and men. After all, prostitutes do not have to choose customers. Although I read the book of a certain Natalie, from the USA, where she describes, the orders in the largest hotel in Europe “Pasha”, there, according to her, the prostitutes are free in their choice and the Putan there, can send the client to three cheerful letters and she will not be expelled forThis is from “work”.
– Arsen, we just don’t know each other and I want to swallow sperm in strangers. – You yourself know what life is now… – I told the guy, hinting at infectious diseases that are transmitted sexually. Although making a blowjob, without a condom, I already risked seriously, a small wound in my mouth and that’s it. – I am not contagious lana…
– Look, my wife and children, they are in Nalchik now… – Arsen, took out a wallet from the breast pocket of the windbreaker, in which it was glued, a photo, a pretty young woman with two young children. – I am also not contagious arsen, but it will be better for you, me and your wife, that you and I will be protected.
With these words, I hugged the guy and kissed him on the lips on the bump, with a bated breath of his reaction to this. After all, not every guy will allow himself to be kissed on the lips, a prostitute who before that day, possibly sucked, members of other men. N Arsen did not push me away from himself, but opened his lips for a response kiss, sucked with me he began to crush my breasts, through a T -shirt in which I was dressed.
– Wait for my own, let me take it off… – I said to the guy, and pulled off my T -shirt, along with the bra, I wanted to have a Caucasian to stupid, hesitated my naked boobs and succeeded in my nipples. – Arsen, what is it..? – I demand compensation from you for spoiled clothes… – Joking, half a serious, in a tone, I told the guy, showing him my T -shirt, flooded in front, his sperm. – Well, this is Lana now I compensate for, with this expensive cognac and cigarettes. – Arsen, opened the glove compartment in his foreign car, taking out a bottle of Martel and a pack of female cigarettes “Glamor” in a beautiful package.
– Such compensation of Lan will go..? – The Caucasian asked, not looking away from my bare boobs, my chest is awesome, large and not saggy. – Yes, yes of course it will go… – Slightly stuttering, I answered, holding in my hands, a bottle of expensive French cognac, which I did not drink in my life, as I did not smoke, women’s cigarettes.
– I want you dear, I want… – I told Arsen, the bed of the guy’s hand on his chest, wanting rude sex with him. And I also realized that I could give him for free, without money. But perhaps if this happens, but not in this life, from now on I am a prostitute and will sleep with guys only for money or expensive gifts. I gave the Caucasian for a minute, rudely mating my breasts, I love when they are wrinkled, strong male hands, reached out, opened my handbag lying in the front seat.
I took it out of it, the “on duty” packaging of condoms, recently preparing myself in confused, I began to carry with me, this obligatory attribute, from the life of a prostitute. – Well, what a hot Caucasian guy, you only know how to paw women by the chest and that’s it? – And for a greater young jigit is capable? – I teased Arsen, printing a bag of teeth with a condom and deftly pulling it on a member of the mountains that rose from excitement.
It’s so famously dressing the gandons on the members of the men, I trained me, all the same Irka, on the other stick of the Finnish servelat. The server on which she taught me, the art of blowjob, we, safely, ate to use sausage for their intended purpose, for a snack. – Look, Lena, always break the bag with a gandon’s teeth, it looks faster and more spectacular… – Put it on a member quickly, rolling a condom with your fingers on the barrel… – By the fact that, among your customers in the future, there will be like young men who are good, like the elderly, they have a member badly and excitedly can fall right away…
– In the meantime, you have been transported with a condom, my grandfather has already fallen.And you have a girlfriend, you have to raise it and this is extra time… – And in our work, time is money… – Irka taught me, putting on a stick of sausage, another gandon. – And now you will recognize it Lane… – Arsen told me and also deftly and quickly as I put on his member of the condom, pulled me out of the salon and put me, with my stomach on the hood of my foreign car. – Relax Lena, and enjoy…
– Arsen with one hand, held me by the shoulders, and the other lifted his skirt on me and pulled off my panties.
The hood of his car was still warm, and somewhere, in the depths of the motor, I even heard how the centrifuga, cooling, inertia, spinning my blades works quietly. A few seconds, a hot southerner, stood without movements, clinging to my buttocks and all over, Baldeus from this. But I used this delay in my own, having stuck my hand, I felt a member of the Caucasian for the presence of a condom on it.
So Irka taught me, always check the client’s member, in the position from behind. In her practice there were cases when a client, on purpose, shot a condom from a member. After making sure that Arsen doesn’t think to fool me, I directed his “unit” to my crack, and it was also the “science” of Irka, an experienced confan, taught me the DUREHA, which always direct the client’s member, in that hole for which she was paid.
And that is, such “smarters” who are in the position of “behind” are trying, instead of vaginal sex, to get anal, inserting a prostitute, a member into the anus. And this is unacceptable, anal, is a perversion for which a separate fee is required, and not every prostitute practices it. – OOOI..AAAAA… – I groaned quietly, when a member of the highlander, I entered me to the full. She groaned not from pain, but from pleasure, for the first time feeling in her vagina, a good male Christmas tree.
And even lying on the hood of Arsen’s car and taking his tremors, I realized that I would finish, experiencing an orgasm for the present. After all, with Sergey, my first man, I did not feel anything, as with the guys after him. But with Arsen, everything was different, a pleasant feeling in growing, diverged along the walls of my vagina, intensifying as the push of a member of Arsen and five minutes later, I realized that life was beautiful, knowing joy, real vaginal orgasm.
He was so power that my eyes were darkened and I screamed, ending on the hood of a foreign car of the Caucasian. – Aaaaa…oooooooo…. – My lingering howl in the evening silence was heard. – Yyyy…aaaaa… – He growled, echoing to me, young dzhigit, crushing that there was a member forces in my tormented vagina. – Arsenchik, dear, how good it was with you… – You became my first man…
– I told the Caucasian guy, covering his beautiful face with kisses, sitting with him in the back, the seat of the car. – But like a peer lin..? – You are no longer Devushka..? – Arsen asked in surprise, not understanding what I had in mind? After all, I was not an virgin? – Yes, I’m not a sweet girl, but only with you, now on the hood of your car, I knew the joy of orgasm… – You became my first man Arsen, with whom I really finished… – I said to the southerner and kissed the guy on his lips on the holler, he sat on his ears pleased that he could bring, a young, beautiful girl, to an orgasm.
Still, men, they are all the same, even Russians, at least not Russians. Tell them – dear, you were on top today! And they are dying from this, although among them the “goats” come across which do not give a damn about the female orgasm, if only to finish. But I don’t even think such for men, for me they are worse than the fagots, and I think that many women are in solidarity.?
We sat in the car, in the back seat, I was half -naked, from my clothes there was only a denim skirt with a cut in front, under which there were no panties. They lay on the hood of cars, lonely white in the evening darkness. The music was quietly played in the cabin, some kind of mournful Caucasian melody, oriental songs, I honestly did not like, but now she was sweet to me. Arsen, caressed my breasts and pleasant a slightly burst voice with an accent, talked about himself. To my surprise, the highlander, was not a bandit, not a merchant, a common phenomenon among Caucasians.
Arsen was a worker, or rather the boss, the brigades of the bridge, who were now repaired in our district center, the bridge over the ok. According to Arsen, he with his brigade, traveled all over Russia, repairing bridges, through the cities and weights of a huge country. And everywhere, in every village, to them, like “flies on honey”, local confans flown, and not only confused, but also decent married ladies, in the desire to replenish the family budget.
After all, the bridges, always with money, paid bridge builders, good. What I was now convinced, having drank from the bottle the Arsen donated to me, a couple of sips, expensive cognac. Talking about himself, Arsen, did not climb into my soul, did not ask to tell how I reached such a life, becoming a whore? What was amazing for me, because usually guys, after sex, begin to climb with the questions, what and how, and why are you like that?
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