The tightness on the patch of the dance floor was terrible. Every now and then you were pushed, shoved, someone’s heads, hands rose around: Alena has been two hundred, no less, stepped on her feet, several dozen times poked their elbows under the ribs and in the stomach, and some kind of moron stood to her so muchand strove to lie on it with all his body. But these were still flowers. The stuffiness oppressed Alena much more. Imagine: I want to breathe, but nothing. Alena with all her might pulled the gate of the blouse, but it seems that there was not a gram of fresh air left. Dezik also did not help, and she felt with disgust how thick caustic moisture was accumulating under the armpits. Yeah! Alena looked at her friend. Lerka smiled sympathetically and rolled her eyes expressively. She was also in the order of the winding, but her cheeky nose-button was, as usual, lifted up, and the tail of black hair flew from side to side to the beat of music. But on her feet after champagne, she was not very confident.
Four guys jumped next to Lerka. They did not lag behind the girlfriends from the very beginning. At first they just ate their eyes, then sat down at their table, ordered caviar, cognac, champagne, chocolate – all the most expensive and the best from the poor assortment of the institution. They flatly refused cognac and Lerka, but they brought up the champagne. Lerka even through. She generally agreed with this four too quickly. Alena, on the contrary, at first reacted to the obsessive boyfriends wary, but gradually thawed and she. The guys introduced themselves. Boris (for some reason they pronounced their new acquaintances with stress on the first syllable), Dima and John. Alena did not remember the fourth name.
Boris was short, dense physique and wore a thick hat of dark curly hair. Strong -willed cheekbones and manner of holding out his claims to leadership. Dima was inferior to him in relics, but it looked more sophisticated, more intellectual. He had thin, nervous facial features and a slightly cynical smile. He talked to his chin and slightly covering his mouth with his hand. John took the distinguished only by huge fists, in which, presumably, there was a considerable force, but the fourth guy, a thin blond, Alena really did not see. He was shy and almost did not enter into a conversation, preferring to stay in the shadow of his friends. All dressed were the same: Havaika, "Pyramids", Mokasins. There was still a neck scarf on Dima:
When the music was silent for a moment, Alena, taking advantage of the pause, began to make my way back to the table. Lerka and four guys followed. The tables were cooler. Tiredly spit on a chair, Alena dragged a glass of champagne with one gulp and leaned back in a jokingly exhausted, stretching her legs forward. Uf-f-f! For a while everyone was silent. A quiet melody, replacing restless rock, created a feeling of comfort, lulled. Blessed peace and delicate twilight enveloped Alena, like cotton;separating from the outside world. She felt that she was falling out. It looks like she also went slightly. Go out on the fresh air? And isn’t it enough for today? She was already pretty tired of her tavern.
– Maybe we’ll change the situation, we will wave out of town by car? Fresh air and all that, – having guessing her mood, Dima began insinuatingly.
– Call below, no problems, – Boris assented.
Alena looked at her friend in indecision. Lerka shrugged silently. The movement turned out to be a vague exaggerated, and the guys smiled. And they managed to pretty much to wean us, Alena noted to herself. You should probably not go away from sin anywhere. But at the same time, they can then throw them with Lerka right to the house, and so – mumble with buses and the subway to full swing:
– Well? – Boris rushed her.
– It’s too late. Somehow another time: – Alena said uncertainly. Having caught in her tone, Dima interrupted:
– Everything will be O’Key. At the same time we’ll bring you home, and, without waiting for an answer, stood up, calling the waiter.
– No problems, ”Boris winked at the girls.
And while Alena asked herself for the hundredth time if she made mistakes, Lerke and John slipped out of the table and already moved to the exit. Now it was already stupid to refuse, and Alena reconciled, deciding: be what would be.
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