Travel through parallel worlds. Prologue. The beginning of the path. Part 4 - Continuation
Part 4. Continuation
No sooner had the girl to leap aside, the door flung wide open, and on the threshold appeared a man in a t-shirt and sweat pants. He was holding a half-eaten pickled cucumber and with surprise looked at her.
- TTY hto such, is in a slurred voice he asked. - You gonna break into my apartment? - asked he and hiccuped.
It was clear that he broke away from the pleasant experience and were dissatisfied with it. Moreover, from the kitchen came the sound of bottle on glass, and then the gurgling pour him vodka.
Then he heard the same faltering female voice calling his companion to follow to the table.
Marina is also barely restrained myself from outrage, as in her apartment there were these drunk and behave like owners, people.
- Is you explain to me what are you doing in my apartment - with rage, asked she have drunkards.
He scared until hiccups and tried to close the door. But there it was. Marina after such a stormy day dreamed of only one thing: take a shower and go to bed. So she didn't give any chance to the arrogant type who occupied her place. So she quickly put your foot into the crack and pushing the whole body to the door, opened it and went to the kitchen.
What she saw there shocked her.
The table was littered with dirty dishes, empty bottles of vodka and leftover food.
"God, when they had all the muck?", - grimaced in disgust Marina and turned to the man sitting at the table, sloppily dressed and drunk as a pig aunt:
Who are you and what are you doing in my apartment? Collect your rubbish and bring down, yet I did not call the police!
Anything, - exclaimed the aunt, - it is our house that we want, we do. You're not the boss of us, better get out of here before we hurt you!
She stood up and, swaying, barely stay on his feet. Taking up from the table an empty bottle, she took a swing at Marina, but she deftly snatched from the hands of a drunkard her weapon.
The guy, who opened it the door, was sobering up its girlfriends, and here and at all came in themselves.
- Well, you don't make noise,- he told Marina. This is our hut, I told you I can document to show...
With these words he withdrew in room, and then returned with passport, from which was clear, that he Iranian, and already long, on this address.
Here already Marina it looked, that the world, in which she there was previously, gone mad, or this it not all in order with reason.
Comparing some facts she came to the conclusion that she is doing nothing, turned and walked away into the street. Coming out of the door, she was gasping for fresh air, but she thought she smelled a disgusting smell of the apartment, from which just came.
Catching his breath, she wondered where to go at night. Having remembered that nearby there is a bar which works as a waitress her best friend from high school Lariska, Marina went, hoping that I'd catch her at work.
Entering the bar, she looked at him... Something in it was not so, as was before. But Marina is not so often in it. To the same, she was tired and annoyed, so decided, that all of this it simply be seeing things.
What she remembered was that there was never a stripper in the bar, and then she saw a pole in the middle of the room and a stripper dancing around it.
With horror, she recognized his old friend Lariska, the one which has always distinguished excessive chastity. And here she is, almost completely naked, dancing in front of drunken men with burning lust, oily eyes.
Marina went outside and, exhausted, sat down on a bench standing nearby. Down her cheeks tears flowed. For the first time in her life she didn't know what to do.
Then she got up and walked to the nearest hotel, however, is not particularly hoping that she can rent a room there. Card she has, but the passport remained in my purse at the cottage...
The beginning of history read [here]:
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