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– I won’t give her up, – Denis grumbled.

I patted him on the shoulder. It was useless to ask, why the hell did the woman who sent him surrender to him. Sometimes it seemed to me that he could not explain this to himself.

– Go to bed, – I advised. – And remember, you will get so drunk again…

– Go to hell, – he said without malice through his teeth and pulled off his black turtleneck. His shoulder was decorated with a tattoo ornament, descending to the very shoulder blade. Perhaps it was only by the tattoos and their location that we could be distinguished. Younger than me by a few minutes, Dan was an exact copy of me. No wonder the girl mistook him for me.

I remembered her, frozen in the middle of my bedroom with wet glittering eyes. I don’t know what that idiot did, but…

– Don’t mess with Marika, – I said dryly before leaving.

He looked at me. A wicked, hard smile touched his lips. I knew that look, that smile. My brother was in the most disgusting mood. In times like these, he was capable of anything. This also distinguished us: I was always somewhat more restrained than him, more rational.

– I’m not kidding, Dan.

– Okay, – his lips twisted again. – Did you feel sorry for Baba for your brother?

I just shook my head. Fuck him, she did not give up, rather just decided to annoy me. In this mood, he often ran into trouble, which is why I did not send him on his way. However, I wouldn’t send it anyway. Another thing is that I did not expect to visit Dan today. I planned to stay in the gambling house until the morning, but an hour with an affectionate girl was enough for me to make sure that it was not at all a desire to merge. I looked at her kneeling in front of me and realized that I wanted another. The girl was good, but…

– I warned you, – I snapped before leaving the room.

I wanted to go to my room, but instead I went downstairs. The night was coming to an end, the window was gradually getting lighter. Entering the kitchen, I warmed up the remaining coffee in the Turk and poured it into a cup. Added two tablespoons of sugar. Really great coffee…

– Yes, – I heard a clear, girlish voice with an Italian accent. – No, Mom… No! Mom! I’m fine… Yes… Listen! Yes, listen! If you don’t stop, I’ll hang up… Mom!

Judging by the fact that the voice became quieter, Marika moved away from the door. But I still distinctly heard everything she said. From time to time she switched to Italian, then back to Russian, and sometimes even mixed languages. Heck! But her voice turns me on, her way of speaking. I imagined how she gesticulates animatedly, how her nostrils flare, her eyes shine…

– Here you are, – he gritted through his teeth and, putting aside the unfinished coffee, went to the refrigerator, but did not open it. He took a baguette lying nearby on the countertop and bit off a crispy crust.

– I will not come! Marika was again near the door. – No, mom! I have not been a child for a long time. No, I said…

Her thin figure flickered in the doorway. Loose hair, a slip-on dress, only a dozen centimeters lower than her ass. He gritted his teeth and exhaled. It was worth looking at her long legs, at her toned hips, as it became tight in jeans. As if there was no that blonde with a cute face and plump cheeks. Irritated, I took another bite of the baguette. Marika turned around and finally saw me, fell silent for a moment.

– That’s it, Mom, – she said loudly and sharply. – I’ll call you later… I’ll call you myself… No… I’ll turn off the phone!

Apparently, she did not like what she heard in response, for she exhaled loudly. Displeasure was again reflected on his face, more likely even irritation and anger. For a moment her lips tightened, and then she spoke quickly:

– E cosa c’entra lui? Non e mio fratello! Allora… Qualcuno… non lo conosco e non voglio saperlo! Tutty. E io… Sì… Chiama… Lo prometto. (But what does he have to do with it? He is not my brother! So… Someone… I don’t know him and don’t want to know! That’s it. And I… Yes… I’ll call… I promise – translated from Italian.)

She put down the phone and looked at me. Apparently she was waiting for me to speak to her, but I was in no hurry to do this. Excited by the conversation, she went into the kitchen, looked at the baguette, at the cup standing on the table, and quickly went to the stove. Her arms fluttered, her back was tense. The hem of the dress rose and fell in time with the movements, allowing me to look at my bare legs.

– Wash the dishes. – I walked over and placed an empty cup in front of her. For a moment he clung to her, felt her stretched, elastic body. He smelled a familiar scent. So you decided to take advantage of my absence?

By the way, what were you doing in my bedroom? He put his hand on her thigh.

She was silent, and I gently stroked her. First the leg, then the buttock. I felt the lace of her panties. I think she also felt something, for she died and began to look like a string that was about to break.

– I’m listening, Marika, – in a deceptively velvety whisper, leaning close to her very ear.

– Nothing. – She placed her hand over mine. Squeezed. I intercepted her, stepped back and forced her to turn around.

– Nothing? looking into her face.

– Nothing, – she hissed. Withdrew her hand. Her chest rose as she breathed in, her breath tickling my skin. I don’t know if she understood the danger she was in. Must be yes.

– I wash my own dishes, – she breathed and hurried to clean up.

In the morning Denis looked like a devil at all. Disheveled and crumpled, he muttered something through his teeth and grimaced as soon as Marika turned on the coffee grinder, just like at night.

– Get that woman out of here, – he hissed, his eyes flashing angrily. Apparently, drunk the day before made itself felt.

Marika looked at him, the hum of the coffee grinder seemed to get even louder, and Dan swore.

The day was scheduled almost to the minute: to sign papers, call at the bank and discuss the opening of a new account, personally supervise the work of the fire safety inspector in one of the casinos. In addition, in the evening I was supposed to appear in one of Emil’s clubs and, alas, not at all for my own pleasure. One boss from the administration started a banquet in honor of his own anniversary. It would be possible to ignore the invitation, but you never know… Who knows when connections may be required.

A few minutes later the coffee was ready.

– What else? Marika asked with displeasure and challenge, glancing at me.

Ten minutes earlier, I had literally lifted her out of bed and ordered breakfast to be made. Disheveled, sleepy, she did look like a girl. Unless there was not enough teddy bear near the pillow. But as soon as I looked down at the lace neckline of her T-shirt held on by thin straps…

– Can you offer us something else? – Dan chuckled grimly.

Judging by the look with which Marika slashed him, she could hardly restrain herself from throwing coffee in his face. I thought she had a lot to offer, but I didn’t say it out loud. I’m sure Dan would have liked her striptease, but… It was worth imagining how she, bending, undressing in front of someone other than me, burned her veins with fire. That’s shit!

– Let me look at you, – Dan grabbed Marika’s shirt and pulled Marika towards him, and I immediately tensed up. I glanced at my brother in warning, but he ignored my gaze. Lounging on a chair, he examined the girl, without releasing his hand, ran his finger along the wrist.

– Don’t touch me. – She jerked her hand away.

– Shrewd, – Denis concluded with a careless laugh and, catching the edge of his T-shirt, forced him to come closer.

– Dan.

Marika was still holding back. She really learned her lesson, but I didn’t like what Denis did. The hell is clear that his mood is rotten, but the girl has nothing to do with it.

This time he did look at me. The corner of his mouth twitched and he unclenched his fingers. He slapped the girl on the thigh. I clenched my teeth.

– And you hooked him. – Another rude chuckle, his hand slid to her buttocks. – That’s a bitch! Dan hissed, jumping up. A dark coffee stain spread across his T-shirt and pants. – I you…

– Enough! I yelled, standing up too. He looked at the girl who recoiled to the tabletop. An empty coffee cup was still clamped in her thin fingers, her features sharpened either from fear or from anger. «Go home,» I said.

Didn’t have to repeat it twice. Like an angry fury, Marika rushed away, but I just shook my head. The vein on my brother’s neck was swollen, and there were nodules on his cheekbones.

– Bitch, – he hissed, pulling off his turtleneck.

Did I tell you not to touch her? I tossed him a roll of paper towels. Dan caught it, gave me a hard look that told me clearly where I could go. I leaned against the table. – Do you know… It’s even funny. I do not remember that at least someone dared to throw out something like that.

And indeed. Lovely smiles, a desire to please, humility… At worst, undisguised hints and sophisticated tricks, of which I have seen so many in my life that I managed to learn by heart. But Marika… Indomitability, spontaneity and fire. Initially, she seemed to me a capricious spoiled girl, but now… Now nothing has changed. A capricious, spoiled girl with a cheesy character and a quick temper. And I, damn it, want this girl! This one and no other.

Oddly enough, the day did not bring unpleasant surprises, which, given everything that had piled up lately, was a good sign in itself. Pleasant, however, too.

When I got home, I immediately went upstairs. Time was running out. No one would have said a word to me if I had appeared alone, but the format of the evening implied the presence of a companion. To make sure that it is much easier to take an escort than later to promise a girl who has come up with herself that the evening spent together is not at all a hint of a continuation of the relationship, I asked Emil to send one of the girls. He did not specify – all his girls knew how to behave in public and knew how to open their mouths only when it was necessary. The last one suits me the most.

– I’m listening to you, – the phone rang at the moment when I had just thrown on my jacket. – Well… Yes… Thank you, Emil… Yes, see you.

Glancing at the clock, for the umpteenth time in the years that we have known each other, I was convinced of the punctuality of a friend. If I told him that I needed the girl by seven, he sent her at five to seven and not a minute later. As they say, precision is the courtesy of kings.

Going down to the first floor, I ran into the maid. Like the cook, she came a couple of times a week and licked the house in my absence. This suited me. I had enough people in the casino, so I did not like strangers under my feet. Except that…

– Everything is good? I asked the girl who was dusting.

– Yes, Maxim Vyacheslavovich, – she smiled barely perceptibly. – Maria Viktorovna has already left, I also have a little left.

– Okay, – I nodded in satisfaction. – They should come to me in a few minutes. Open the door and show the guest to the living room.

– Of course, – she answered softly. I waved, indicating that you can continue to work, and he went into the living room. Before the arrival of the maiden Emil, there were still five minutes left, and I wanted to spend this time in silence. Sitting on the comfortable leather sofa, he leaned back. Before leaving, I took the phone from Marika. It is unlikely that she could throw out some kind of trick, but, as they say, away from sin. It was worth remembering her morning trick with coffee…

A trill of a doorbell rang through the corridor, and literally a few seconds later a very spectacular brown-haired woman in a scarlet dress reaching to her knees, accompanied by a maid, appeared on the threshold of the living room.

– Your guest, Maxim Vyacheslavovich, – she announced politely as always, and disappeared like a silent shadow from my eyes before I had time to thank her.

Without getting up from the couch, I lazily examined the girl. Her hair, styled in large curls, fell over her narrow shoulders, her dark eyes were thickly lined with black pencil, and the dress, held up by flower-patterned straps, perfectly emphasized the curves of the body.

I beckoned the girl with my finger, and she, shaking her narrow hips, took a few steps.

– Turn around, – I ordered.

She obediently stood up to me behind. Her back was about half open, and I could see a snake of vertebrae running under the fabric. High thin heels… Even though I usually preferred girls with more rounded shapes, this one was good. Yes… very good.

Catching movement, I looked away from the brown-haired woman and looked at Marika, who had stopped in the doorway.

– Come on, – I mumbled. Huge blue eyes, black hair flowing like silk… – Marika… – already with pressure.

She pursed her lips in her usual way. During the days spent with her under the same roof, I managed to understand that this was the first sign of discontent. Don’t like being pointed? Well, I wasn’t going to stand on ceremony with her after this morning. Although the coffee stain on my brother’s pants amused me, I had no intention of letting it go.

As she got closer, she stopped.