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The three were running across the field. They were lucky, a shell hit the tank, but not directly, they managed to get out. There was no one around, they managed to break forward, but unfortunately, they were hit and had to leave on foot. Something was exploding all around and it was unclear how far away their own were. Judging by the last they heard on the radio, far enough already, and they were retreating. The three hoped it was temporary. Getting back on their own two seemed impossible, or nearly impossible. They saw a wooded area, and rushed there.

"Guys, are you really alive?" shouted Oleg joyfully. Everyone tried to feel and examine themselves. "Shit, we're still in one piece," Kirill confirmed.

It was really very unreal. To break through in front of the whole column, to be under targeted fire and to get out of the already burning tank in one piece!

"Well, we gave them a good thrashing," Ivan added, hinting that he had actually already used up all the reserve in the tank, and not to no avail.

After the woods they came to a small settlement, where there were mostly private houses, where almost no one lived anymore. Kirill went to the house on the edge of the forest, which stood a little aside. He knocked. To their surprise, the door was opened. On the threshold stood a frightened young …

"Snow White!" exclaimed Kirill, the most active of the two, picking her up in his arms and carrying her into the house. It was very risky and perhaps even quite rash, but Kirill could not restrain his impulse. As luck would have it, there was no one in the house. The owner's name was Nastya, Nastenka. A lovely young woman of 27. Nothing supernatural, but all very well – both figure and face. A pleasant woman's figure – nothing superfluous and everything is there. Big green eyes and nice lips. No one considered Nastya a beauty, but she was definitely pleasant to many people. Oleg and Ivan quickly went in and closed the door. It was necessary to take shelter somewhere at least for a while, this settlement was not yet under our influence, but they hoped it would be soon. And now they were firing from both sides, and it was quite possible to come under fire from their side. The hope was that the settlement would not be affected, though the hope was also not very sure. Anything could happen. However, it was at least something. They didn't know how long this situation between two fires would last. But they hoped they could survive.

How did Nastya end up here alone? Of course they asked her. It turned out that her dad had died when she was 18. Her mom and her new husband had left long ago for Kiev, and she had been living alone for a while and was going to move, but she kept procrastinating and got into a situation where she couldn't get out anymore and was sitting, waiting for some result to come out either here or there.

Kirill immediately had his eye on her. They asked her not to go anywhere, because it was dangerous. Of course, that was understandable. A shell could fall anywhere, although it could have fallen on the house too. It was good that there was a cellar in the house, and if the shelling intensified and approached, one could at least hide in the cellar. They immediately examined the cellar and offered Nastenka to put mattresses and blankets there. Food, water and a burner for cooking in case the situation dragged on.

Nastya couldn't help but like them, especially since all feelings and emotions are heightened in a war situation. Of course, she was frightened, not knowing what to expect, but they tried to calm her down and promised to help her evacuate as soon as ours took this point.

"And if they don't take it?" – Nastya objected.

"And we just won't think about it," said Oleg. He was a little older than Kirill, though still not so zealous and active.

It turned out that both water and gas and electricity were still available, so it made sense to take advantage of that and everyone took turns going to wash up.

Kirill had a plan to seduce Nastya almost immediately. Or rather it was not exactly a plan, it was a very active intention. Did he think about the fact that she had always dreamed of him, so handsome? He didn't think anything special – he just wanted everything to go smoothly and hoped it would. He also realized that to take advantage of the situation alone would be unfair to his comrades.

When he came out of the bath, he saw her delicately green handkerchief in the hallway and the thought occurred to him to blindfold her so that she wouldn't be so scared – because she was obviously scared.

Nastya decided to cook something and was standing in the kitchen when a half-naked Kirill came up behind her and hugged her. She froze. She didn't know what she should do. Had she been expecting this? Well, you know, when a single woman is dropped in on by three men without asking … I guess it makes sense to think about that kind of thing. She just hoped it wouldn't happen. She was scared, because she was alone with three men and there was no way anyone could interfere.

"Don't …" – Nastya said uncertainly.

"I must, I must, don't be afraid," Kirill replied, covering her shoulders and arms with kisses and beginning to undress her. She tried to pull free and he, standing behind her, squeezed her so hard with both hands that he even strangled her a little. He didn't mean any of this, but I guess he still wanted her not to resist. She fearfully grabbed with her hands his arm that was blocking her neck and froze.

"Wait, there's something I wanted to do, don't be scared, it's not scary at all, I promise you it'll be fine" he complied with his idea of blindfolding her. She felt even more scared.

Ivan looked into the kitchen, thinking, decided not to interfere. Oleg was in the bathtub.

"No, don't …" – Nastya said, but she was afraid to resist.

Kirill thought that maybe she was just embarrassed that it was so quick, but was there really time for courtship?

She tried to shove him away, but Kirill was very persistent and quickly undressed her and possessed her right on the table. It was really fast, considering the 5 months of abstinence. When Oleg walked in, it was already over. Kirill waved his head suggesting Oleg not to miss the situation. This scene had turned Oleg on so much that he couldn't think anymore. The blindfolded Nastia was even sexier.

"Please, no …" – Nastya tried to get off the table, realizing that something else or someone else was about to follow, but Kirill held her back until Oleg approached. Oleg barely realized what he was doing, the urge was too strong. Kirill realized that Nastya was uncomfortable and brought a blanket over.

Nastya began to cry. Kirill kissed her and soothed her – "Come on, Snow White, it's all right, it won't take long" – considering the situation with long abstinence, it was true.

Ivan, seeing that she was crying, hesitated, but then decided that there might never be another chance, and maybe even tomorrow there would be no one of them and none of this would matter. But what was happening now was extremely important – it was impossible to refuse. Moreover, Kirill was ready to "help" in this matter, calming and holding Nastenka. She asked to stop, she tried to get free, but Kirill and Oleg held her from both sides and kissed her at the same time, then in her ear, then in her neck, then in her shoulder. And saying something.

When everything was over with Ivan, Oleg wrapped Nastenka in a blanket and put her on his lap, it was so nice to feel a woman's body, to breathe her smell, to press her against him.

At such moments, one even forgets that at any moment a shell could blow the whole house apart. But, for now, it was quiet, and it was possible to relax at least for a while. Kirill was smoking a vape. How did he manage to bring it with him? I don't know, he just carried it around with him all the time.

Nastya tried to free herself from Oleg's embrace, but he wouldn't let her go. She was rightly afraid that all this might continue, and her fears were well-founded. Soon enough Kirill thought that it would be very good to continue the pleasure that had ended so quickly due to long abstinence, so he got up, took her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, where she had a large double bed, on which, of course, it was much more comfortable.

"Well, please, no!" – the young woman tried to pull free, but he held her firmly and quickly carried her into the bedroom.

Ivan decided that this time he should skip it and have lunch, as he was unrealistically hungry. To be honest, he didn't even understand how he could trade lunch for sex. Ivan was from the countryside and knew how to run a good household. His hands were in place, and he was a good cook. That's what he did, as long as he had groceries. Bye.

Oleg thought that he should join Kirill and Nastya. Kirill put the naked Nastya on the bed, sat on top of her, and pressed himself against her with his already very aroused dignity. Nastya tried to get free, but Kirill covered her mouth and nose with one hand and reached for the pillow with the other … "Sunny, please don't, we're having such a good time," he tried to convince Nastya. "Nod to me, please, if you agree" he suggested. The hint of a pillow was successful – Nastya didn't want to find out at all if he was going to use it or not. She froze, nodded and stopped resisting. Would Kirill have carried out his threat? No, not under any circumstances, no. It was just that he knew these "things" worked. I think someone had told him, but he had never done it himself before. And why would he? When the answer for him had always been yes. In fact, it was the first time he'd ever had to "persuade" in this way. But he was, unexpectedly for himself, very much turned on by it. When Oleg came in, he lifted Nastya into a sitting position and Oleg joined her from behind, also pressing himself against her.

"Sunshine, you can make us feel good with two hands," Kirill suggested, "It's easier than …" – he ran his finger over her lips. Nastya, of course, decided it was easier. Then he sat her on top of Oleg and held her down, helping her move to the beat. Then he also sat her on top of him, and Oleg held her down and lifted her up a little, kissing her neck and caressing her breasts at the same time.

Kirill tried to say something more to calm Nastya down, he was quite an experienced womanizer, but this was, of course, a completely different situation. He had already had a similar situation, but it was completely "consensual", stoned, and after some party. And she was a hottie. It was just like a picture. I couldn't believe she agreed to it. That she could agree to anything at all, and even more so! And since then Kirill knew that from women you can expect a lot of surprises. And this girl – the picture eventually decided to stay with that third, because he was richer, well, and a little older – but it was not so important. Money, so to speak, decides everything. Or almost everything …

Right now, money couldn't solve anything. Because every minute could be the last and money could not help at all.

In this situation, all feelings, sensations and emotions were at the limit. At some point Oleg realized that no one had taken care of Nastya and decided to fill this gap. He showed Kirill that he intended to nestle between her lovely legs. Kirill thought that it was really very fair and held Nastya so that she did not resist – "Wait, wait, now it will be very good, I promise you.

Nastya did not care about this "good", but, even unexpectedly, she did cum.

You are probably thinking now – oh yes, it's all clear, she wanted it herself, and resisted purely for "decency". But no, she didn't. She didn't want anything. She was afraid. At first it was just fear, but the body also has its own unexpected reactions. And it was hard not to react to young, fit, muscular bodies. Especially since it was all extremely insistent, but still without cruelty or excessive roughness.

Nastya was an ordinary young woman, not a nun, but she did not suffer from debauchery. Sure, she had experience with men. Nothing special. By and large, she could be called a free woman, although of course there was one who came on visits. But, unfortunately, nothing serious.

Kirill was probably the most attractive of the three of them. A little taller, lush, with a little red hair and a chiseled figure, he could work as a photo model. Oleg was a little shorter, with blond hair, yet also well-built. Ivan was a little more stocky, though of medium height, not small, with the usual dark blond hair color.

Kirill had always been a favorite of the girls, he knew what to say, how to make a move, how to divorce. And somehow he didn't linger with anyone. But that girl, the picture girl, fell for him. But I guess the hat didn't fit him. Brunette, legs, as they say, from the ears. She didn't look like Nastya at all. That was probably a good thing. Otherwise there might have been a desire to "get even".

Ivan had prepared something quite edible. Nastya didn't want to eat after all this, but they persuaded her to eat a little. Oleg admired the way she absent-mindedly put something in her pretty mouth.

After a late lunch Oleg washed the dishes and put everything away together with Kirill. They wanted to smooth things over somehow, to show that they were actually not so bad and scary.

Strangely enough, everything worked so far: the Internet, electricity, and cell phone service. Well, Nastya's was working. But their sim cards didn't catch the network. I had to go to the usual telegram channels from her phone to somehow understand where we were at the moment, and whether it made sense to wait. It turned out that they were in a zone where neither of them were. However, there was an almost constant exchange of "pleasantries". So, they decided to wait.

The three decided that they should take turns sleeping. There were two reasons. One was to notice the shelling in time to call everyone to the cellar, and the other … – well, you may have guessed it, they didn't want Nastya to run away and tell anyone about it.

She had nowhere to run to. Of course, she could try to run to some neighboring house, but why? She didn't know if anyone was there or if they had already left. And what was next? Nevertheless, these are three armed men and she would not want to create a conflict between any of her neighbors and three armed men … As you can imagine, the outcome in this case was more predictable than unpredictable.

The night passed quietly for Nastya, she hoped that perhaps this was the end of it after all.

The next day it became clear that the situation could be prolonged and it was necessary to stock up on groceries. Oleg set out to go to the store. Of course, it turned out that the store was closed. Where was the owner did not want to think, and there was no time to find out. Not that he could not pay, but obviously there was no one and perhaps no one at all. Oleg broke the glass to enter the local small store. Waited – maybe the alarm would go off and someone would come. Honestly waited about 15 minutes. Then he took what he needed. And what he could carry. The refrigerators were still working, so you could even get frozen food. No one ever showed up. Maybe there was no one left. I took all the supplies to Nastya and then went door to door to tell people to stock up as well. It turned out that one grandmother stayed in one house and one grandfather in the other. He took what he could and brought it to them, so that they would not go unnecessarily. There was almost no one left in the houses, most of them had left. He asked if they needed medicine. Turns out they do. he went to the drugstore. At the same time, he took bandages and other necessary dressing materials – who knows, everything might come in handy. Took what the old people needed. It was quiet as he went.

When Oleg returned, he realized that something was going on in the bedroom. He heard Nastya crying or shrieking. He came in and saw that Kirill had mastered her from behind, exactly as you thought, so she was in pain and she was bumping into the pillow and crying. As you can imagine, no one asked her this time either. Kirill walked and walked and walked, even mopped the floor, waiting for Oleg. Nastya tried to go somewhere else, not to be available, so to speak. Kirill several times clamped her somewhere near the wall, she slipped out, he thought to wait for Oleg some more, but he was delayed. Eventually he improved the moment and caught her, quickly piling her on the bed and getting on top of her, since this fantasy had been bugging him since yesterday.

"Kiryukha, what are you doing …" – Oleg wanted to stop him, but Kirill waved his hand – "Olez, wait, I'll be right back" – and actually in a minute he fell on Nastya, completely satisfied and de-energized. Immediately he retreated to the shower. Nastenka pulled up her legs, hugged her knees with her arms and sat wiping her tears. Oleg was upset and started kissing her hands, her legs, her knees.

"Forgive us, animals like that" – of course I wish he could make excuses, but what can you do?

Kyril got out of the shower – got on his knees – "Sunshine, I'm sorry, I'm such an asshole" – crawled up to her on his knees – "You want to hit me".

He was basically ready to get slapped, but Nastya decided to refrain, just in case.

Oleg continued kissing her legs, her feet, her toes, painted so neatly and so excitingly red … And now his head was between her legs again, and again it ended in orgasm.

But it was absolutely impossible for Oleg to stop. He was already in the same place as Kirill, only this time Nastya was almost painless.

Vanya was cooking something in the kitchen again. Of course he heard and understood what was going on there, but somehow he decided to eat first and then think about whether it was worth it or not. He called them to the table. Potatoes, mushrooms, and chicken. Just the usual stuff. But, considering that all this was already prepared, it was very pleasant. Kirill and Oleg actively praised Vanya, realizing that the well-being of their stomachs at the moment depended on him.

Kirill whispered in Nastya's ear – "Sunny, please don't refuse Vanya if he asks, okay?" – Nastya said something very quietly that sounded like "okay". And somehow she squirmed again.

"It's all right, really," Oleg tried to smooth things over.

After dinner, Vanya called his almost friends into the other room to talk. They left the door open to keep Nastya in sight at all times.

"Guys, what have we done?" – Ivan began – "What if she …"

"And let's not think about that 'if'" – Kirill interrupted him.

"We may not be here when that 'if' might happen," Oleg remarked encouragingly.

"Well, you realize this is a tribunal?" – Vanya continued.

"Vanya" – Kirill put his hand on his shoulder – "There will be no 'ifs', everything will be fine, especially we will help Nastenka with the money and with the evacuation" – Kirill said loud enough for Nastya to hear for sure.

Nastya was actually very scared. Even scarier than when all this was happening. She thought they wanted to kill her.

No man, no problem, so to speak.

She listened with bated breath to what they were talking about. In fact, she could hear almost everything.

For some reason, she didn't assure them that she wouldn't tell anyone anything. It would have been a stretch anyway. But she was relieved when she realized they were trying to pay her off. And why not, really? She had almost no money, not much, and if she was going somewhere, she needed money to get a place to live for a while.

Nastya, as you understand, was not a spender, so she didn't care how much – no matter how much.

Since the internet was still working, they could keep in touch with one of their fellow soldiers. He generally wrote that they should stay put for the time being, because if they went in their own direction, they could come under fire from their own side. He did not report to his superiors that he knew where they were. Just in case. Anyway, they had nowhere to go.

Nastya had such a crazy dream – to ride a convertible on an autumnal St. Petersburg. Can a girl from the provinces dream?

And then there was a bang somewhere very close by. There was no point in shelling their settlement, there were neither of them here at the moment, but still something could fly in. So they went to the cellar, they had already settled there. They took the computer, which should have lasted for three or four hours. Nastya had some more rechargers, which they kept fully charged. She had a light by the way, a weak one, but it didn't matter. They took blankets and pillows just in case. Mattresses were already there. Well and food and a burner for cooking something small, including coffee. To heat water for tea. Oddly enough, the internet was still working. We watched some movie, but it was hard to find something that everyone liked. Then Kirill started looking for something interesting …And started to open porn ....

"Well, here we go again," Nastya thought with fear, realizing that she had nowhere to go.

And it really started, he began to open videos of a group nature. Of course, it couldn't help but excite everyone.

"Let's do it together," Kirill suggested. He had never had a foursome before, but he wanted to try it that way. Apparently, he wanted to get the most out of this situation.

"Oh, you're crazy," Nastya rushed toward the stairs upstairs, but Kirill caught her and pulled her down.

"Sunshine, come on, this is going to be so much fun," he coaxed unconvincingly.

"Who's having fun," Nastia tried to break free.

"We agreed – we'll help you with money," Kirill continued.

"Fuck you and your money" – Nastya continued to lash out – it was getting too much. Oleg came over – "Nastya, we'll be careful, honestly.

It turns out that Kirill had brought that very handkerchief with him (just in case) and he, throwing it over Nastya's neck, offered:

"Do you want us to blindfold you?" – he rightly thought it would be easier for her that way.

In fact, Nastya didn't know what to do. She was scared both ways.

In general, "neatly" did not fit here at all, but no one let Nastya out. Ivan, too, was already very horny and was not planning to miss his chance.

They encircled her from three sides, slowly pulling off her clothes and caressing her breasts and crotch… When she was already naked, Kirill blindfolded her.

"Or else we're shy," he joked.

She was placed on top of someone, she thought it was Oleg. Another came up behind her and his hard dignity pressed against her lower back.

"Please don't," Nastya pleaded.

"Shh, shh, it's going to be okay," Kirill whispered. He was so experienced that he managed to relax her as much as possible and entered.

Someone gently took her by the chin and it was clear what was wanted from her, she realized it was Ivan.

Then they lifted her up and continued standing, again simultaneously from both sides. At first they tried to keep silent, but then it was impossible.

Then they put her on top again and it was clearly Ivan. And Oleg from behind.

Then they laid her down, Oleg settled between her legs to give her pleasure and Kirill sat on top of her, offering to do his dignity, Ivan holding her arms so she wouldn't resist.

And even so, she still cum, which was unexpected for her herself.

And then again the three of them repeated all at the same time, only Oleg was already behind her.

Nastia thought it would never end.

And she just decided not to think. Because she couldn't think about it all happening to her. A career as a porn actress was certainly not something she'd ever dreamed of.

When everyone was already completely satisfied and it was all over, they realized that they had gone over the edge.

And Nastya was scared again, afraid that she would stay here in this cellar. She remembered how Kirill had smothered her lightly with his hand at the beginning, and then that hint with the pillow....

Oleg saw her fright and began to calm her down: "Nastya, it's okay, we're pigs, what can you do about it, maybe it's our last sex in this life, please forgive us.

He hugged her from behind and kissed her gently on the back of her neck. He hugged her from behind and kissed her gently on the back of the head.

Post-facto, Kirill and Ivan also felt a little underwhelmed.

Was it a guilty conscience? You know, probably not exactly. It is a state when you realize that you are a pig, but you also realize that you would have done the same thing anyway, because the sensations, impressions, emotions were inexpressible. Although the scenery was not very good, but when you realize that every day can be your last, it takes on a completely different tone.

How to convey the feeling of getting out of a burning tank and realizing that you are alive and even whole. How do you convey the feeling when you manage to run somewhere at all under the incessant exploding shells?

They're not really like that at all. Of course, they would never have done such a thing in ordinary life. First of all, they would never have met in ordinary life – Ivan was from some village, somewhere out there … They had no way of knowing where, realizing that there were gaps in their knowledge of geography. But what the hell does it matter. Oleg is from St. Petersburg. Kirill is a Moscow boy. Not a boy, of course, but a young man. Favorite and handsome. How did he even get here? Fuck knows, they sent him a summons and he decided he'd go.

The girl – the picture wouldn't come out of his head.

Oleg and Ivan didn't have much choice, and they didn't think of running abroad, so to speak.

Ivan actually had a girlfriend with whom he had already started "building bridges", but there was no relationship yet. He thought about her. But he couldn't write – they weren't allowed to disclose details of military operations to anyone.

Although now, maybe he should write. So, he wrote. And waited for a reply.

Oleg didn't have any relationships, somehow things didn't work out.

Nastya wasn't really Kirill's type, though he was the one who had initiated the whole thing, Ivan's thoughts were also preoccupied with the other.

And only Oleg was literally blown away by Nastya.

Why didn't he fight for her right away? First of all, right away you remember what happened – he actually joined Kyril. And it still wasn't right away that he realized he liked her.

And then there is this strange sense of community with his comrades in arms, so to speak. It is difficult to explain that you have something in common with people with whom you went through such stress, such tension, with whom you fought to the last man and realized that they would not retreat either.

What they did was somehow completely wrong, but irreparable.

Did they feel they had committed a crime?

I guess that's not how they defined it for themselves after all.

Terribly sleepy, and they decided that Ivan would be on duty for a couple hours, then wake Kirill, and Oleg fell asleep hugging Nastya.

And they wouldn't ask him when it was his turn.

Did Nastya fall asleep? Yes, strangely enough, she fell asleep – she just switched off and that was it.

Youth is a great advantage, after all. And Oleg's physical touch had an unexpectedly soothing effect on her.

Despite the fact that no one was going to wake Oleg, he woke up two hours later and replaced Ivan.

After another two hours, Nastya woke up.

"Go back to sleep," Oleg said softly.

"Seems quiet," said Nastya, she was already anxious to get out of this cellar.

"Yeah, it's been 40 minutes since it's been quiet," Oleg replied.

"Why don't we go upstairs and I'll make some coffee?" – Nastya suggested.

He wanted to go to the bathroom, so of course he decided to go.

Nastya went to take a shower and Oleg followed her.

"Oleg, please, I can't take any more," Nastya begged. As you can understand, there was absolutely everything in the cellar that they hadn't had time to do with her before.

"Don't be afraid, I'm just for fun, I want to rub your back," Oleg reassured her.

In fact, Nastya didn't hope for anything anymore, but it was usually useless to resist. So, she just launched him into the shower. And he actually just scrubbed her back. When she turned around, he was already getting aroused again.

"All right – all right, go," he said, barely restraining himself.

Nastya hurriedly retreated and went to the kitchen to actually make coffee.

It was getting light and it was nice to sit in the chairs he'd dragged onto the veranda. It was chilly and they wrapped themselves in plaids. It was still nice, it was fall and despite the overcast, rainy weather it was beautiful. The verandah overlooked the forest, or rather the overgrowth.

The variety of yellow, red and some more green leaves were pleasing to the eye.

"Nastya, where will you go when ours come?" – Oleg started talking about her evacuation.

"I've always dreamed of living in St. Petersburg, but I don't know what I'd do there, to be honest," she candidly admitted.

"So sure, come to Peter, maybe we'll see each other again someday," Oleg rejoiced. "But will she want to see me?" – he thought to himself.

He moved closer and took her hand. She didn't pull her hand away. She wasn't uncomfortable, it was as if everything was fine now, as if nothing had happened. Like she was just sitting with a man she liked on the veranda. But it had been … Nastya didn't want to think about it. She was simply unable to think about it. She couldn't imagine that such a thing could happen to her.

"Holy shit you got a romantic here," crawled a sleepy Kirill.

He was about to open his mouth to ask Nastya to make coffee for him too, but then he realized that the borzometer should be adjusted.

So, he went to make his own. He rummaged around and found some cookies and waffles.

He took out a vase of cookies and waffles and offered them to Nastya and Oleg.

"Oh, thanks, buddy," Oleg said.

"Thank you," Nastya replied absent-mindedly. Somehow Kirill's appearance made her tense, because she knew how it usually ended.

In the end, Kirill dragged the pouf out onto the veranda and sat down next to them to drink his own brewed coffee. He had already noticed that Oleg was partial to Nastya and thought he should slow down. But, in fact, after a stormy night he had no desire to.

About an hour later Ivan woke up and found that he was alone in the cellar, and even closed. He had a wild thought that they had killed Nastya and dragged her to bury her. "Well, what an idiot I am, why did I screw them up with my "if"!!!!" – jumped out like scalded, then already heard a quiet conversation somewhere outside, still wary, went out and realized that he was really a moron that such a thought on his comrades.

"Phew, and I was kind of scared there was no one there," he admitted honestly.

"Do you want coffee?" – Kirill asked – "Of course," Ivan replied, "but I drink instant."

"Sunny, do you have instant?" – Kirill inquired.

"Yes, I brought it from the store yesterday," Oleg answered instead of Nastya.

Kirill waved to Vanya – let's go inside and talk.

"You see, Vanya, Olezha has fallen for our Snow White," Kirill began, pouring him some nescafe.

"So, let's slow down, after all, we're overdoing it as it is."

"What am I, I'm nothing," answered Vanya. In fact, he wasn't really going to do it.

In fact, if each of them had been on their own, they would never have done it. And if each of them had been in a different company, with more restrained, so to speak, comrades, the same thing – there would not have been all this.

But as it happened, Kirill decided that it was no big deal. Or rather he just really wanted to and the situation itself turned him on very much and that it was possible to realize a lot of fantasies that were, but somehow everything did not add up. Did he think about the fact that it was actually coercion? That Nastya didn't actually agree? He preferred not to think about it. Oleg lost his head, and Ivan sort of decided that he could take advantage of the situation, since it had gone so far anyway.

Of course, each of them could have said a firm "no" to themselves. Sure, each of us has a choice. But there are situations when we behave in ways we did not expect.

Maybe if Nastya had resisted very zealously and actively, it would have stopped them, most likely. But when Oleg entered the kitchen, there was almost nothing to stop, and, in fact, he was in a situation where he could pretend that he hadn't seen anything. Or get into a confrontation with Kirill. But he really did treat him well. He really did consider him a buddy, so to speak. And in general, how did he know – maybe Nastya had agreed herself first, and then started to "deny" and cry.

But Nastya was frightened. She lived alone and was generally used to the fact that there was no point in waiting for someone to intercede, especially in such a difficult situation, especially when all three of them were armed.

She had already heard and read all sorts of stories about various atrocities – how could she know if they were true or not and if they were like this or not.

You know, it's just scary to have three armed men suddenly barge in on you. Why did she let them in in the first place? Did anyone ask her? They just walked in, that's all.

Oleg, sitting in pleasant company on the veranda, remembered that there were elderly people in the village and asked Nastya in which houses they lived, although two of them he had already visited – but maybe he had missed someone?

"Do you want me to go and show you," she offered. He hesitated a lot – "What if this is an excuse for her to tell someone everything?" – he thought. But he said, "Let's go."

He told the guys they were going to visit elderly woman. In fact, she was the only one left in the village. The same one that Oleg used to bring medicine to. And grandpa Pasha.

"Well, see for yourself," Kirill said with a hint. You're responsible for what might happen, he said.

When they had gone away from the house about 200 meters, Oleg turned Nastya by the shoulders to himself and, looking into her eyes, asked – "Everything is all right, isn't it?" – and pulled her against him.

"True," sighed Nastya. And then added – "Well, what do you think, I'll tell Baba Nadya all this, she's 72 years old!"

They approached elderly woman Nadia's house, but there was no light there for some reason. They knocked, but she didn't open the door. Nastya knew that she had a key under the bollard at the entrance. She took the key and opened the door.

"Baba Nadya, are you here?" – Nastya called out.

And from somewhere from under the floor they heard a voice – "Nastya, I can't get out of the cellar, something's wrong with my leg, I must have moved it".

"Oleg realized that he had to call Ivan to get this elderly woman out of the cellar, the ladder was steep, he might drop her.

"Grandma, this is Oleg, I brought you medicine, I'll call a friend now, we'll get you out."

Then he thought it might be better to send Nastya to fetch Ivan, he seemed more practical about such things. Nastya didn't want to go alone and then Oleg decided to go together, after all, nothing would happen in 15 minutes.

Ivan looked at Nastya a little suspiciously and suggested leaving her at home, but Nastya objected that she had a medical degree and could at least apply a bandage. Because there was no question of taking her anywhere at all. It was too dangerous at the moment.

Shots were heard in the distance, but it was as if they were everywhere.

They took the plaid and gently lifted the grandmother upstairs. Nastya tried to examine the leg, but of course it was unclear exactly. There could have been a fracture. In any case, she couldn't apply anything but a stiff bandage. She taped a plank on it just in case. She asked Granny Nadia not to step on her foot for the time being. She had crutches, but it was still hard for her in that position and at her age.

"Nastya, I didn't know you had guys staying with you."

"Yes," smiled Oleg, "Nastya has us warmed up and even feeds us."

Baba Nadia looked at them both suspiciously – "Hey, look at me, don't hurt the girl"

"Oh, come on, how could we," Oleg assured her.

"It's okay baba Nadia, it's okay," Nastya tried to smile.

"Why don't you stay with me, Nastyush?" – Grandma Nadia asked.

"How can we do without her?" objected Oleg, "Is there anyone else who can stay with you?"

"Well, maybe Galka," thought Baba Nadya.

"So, we'll go get her now," Oleg immediately suggested.

We went to get Aunt Galya, who also lived alone. Her man was hiding somewhere. He didn't want to shoot "his own". There was no contact with him.

"Wow, that's quite a security detail you've got there," remarked Aunt Galya, a woman, as usual full and rather perky.

"Yes, these are soldiers, fought off their own, barely got out of the tank, so they are waiting for ours to come," explained Nastya.

"Well, where to understand them – where is ours, where is yours, all right, let's go," said Aunt Galya.

When they arrived, Aunt Galya looked to see if everything was there and sent Oleg to see if there was anything left in the store. After Oleg had opened the store, of course someone else had been there, but there were very few people in the village, so the food had not been taken out yet. Ivan and Nastya (just in case) were with Grandma Nadia and Aunt Galya, and Oleg went and brought everything he could carry, some of it, however, for themselves. Ivan, in fact, was wildly nervous and kept looking at Nastya while he waited for Oleg.

"Don't the guys hurt you?" – Aunt Galya asked, also looking suspiciously at the two of them.

"It's all right, Aunt Gal, everything's fine, they're polite" – the last "polite" was a bit strained, but that's how it turned out.

"Look, guys, I'll come and check it out!" – Aunt Galya insisted.

"So come, and in general, if you need anything, come, and the phone at Nastya seems to work" – replied Oleg.

"Ah, well, yes, mine seems to be too, but there's no one to call – mine is on the run," Aunt Galya remarked.

After that, all three of them hurriedly retreated before the conversation went too far in the wrong direction.

They also stopped by Grandpa Pasha's house. He didn't go down into the cellar, but just smoked in the kitchen. He lived to see it. His thoughts were not happy at all. They offered him to move in with Grandma Nadia, but he refused such "matchmaking".

When all three returned, they found Kyril pacing nervously around the house and smoking a vape – "Yeah, I've been waiting for you guys."

You could see he was nervous about how it would go.

"Artem writes that the line has moved, but not quite in our direction. So far, we still can not go" – it is he about their fellow soldier, with whom they managed to contact, but with the other three, with whom they communicated, it was no longer possible …

"So, Nastush, bear with us for now," Kirill continued.

In the beginning there was some relaxation from just being wild and happy that they were just alive and wanting to not think about what was going to happen next at all.

But now the tension was beginning to rise again, the situation was dragging on, and it was unclear how it would develop further. In the extreme case, they would have to retreat, regardless of the riskiness of the venture, because they did not intend to be captured under any circumstances.

It was necessary to keep in touch with Artem while it was possible, in order to learn more quickly about the movements of both sides.

Nevertheless, they decided to sleep. Nevertheless, there was a fear that Nastya would still decide to run away. As a result, Oleg and Kirill lay down on the bed with her, and Ivan stayed on duty for the time being.

The day was long and all three of them fell asleep. At some point Nastya woke up and realized that something (something!) hard was pressing against her back. Of course, she was not wrong in her guesses. She slowly started to get out, but Kirill woke up and held her back – "Where are you going, wait".

He'd completely forgotten that he'd suggested Ivan "slow down."

He started pulling down her pajama pants.

"Kirill, I'm going to the bathroom," Nastya objected.

"Well, let's go," Kirill suggested.

"I thought you had no such fantasies," objected Nastya.

Then the thought occurred to Kirill that he probably wasn't ready to watch everything and he just looked out and quietly asked Ivan to listen more closely to what she was doing there.

Nastya stayed late for several reasons – purely physiological and she also hoped that Kirill would fall asleep. She took another shower just in case.

Kirill dozed off, but woke up again when she returned. She actually wanted to go to the other room, but Ivan thought he might not be able to keep track that way and directed her back to the bedroom.

Nastya carefully lay down between them, because there was only room there, they lay on their sides, thinking everyone was asleep.

Just then, Kirill started to snuggle up again and slowly pull her pajamas down.

"And I'll go and complain to Aunt Galya," Nastya said for some reason, though she wasn't really going to do that.

"Are you kuku? We'd have to kill you all," he whispered languidly in her ear.

Nastya jumped up sharply and pressed herself into the headboard of the bed – a large and soft one, by the way.

"What????" – She literally shrieked – "Come on, how can you, I'm doing everything you want me to do" – she started sobbing, she started shaking, the stress of all these days had taken its toll.

"Jesus, what is it," Oleg woke up.

"What the fuck can't you sleep," Ivan ran in.

"Sunshine, come on, I was just kidding," Kirill began to reassure her.

"Joke??? A joke????" – Nastya sobbed.

"What happened?" – Oleg

"He said you're going to kill us all!!!" – sobbed Nastya.

"Yeah he's the one who over-smoked his vape, fwiw what he's cramming in there," Oleg tried to smooth things over.

"Fuck yeah, Kirill, that's a fucking great idea," Ivan confirmed

Nastya realized that they were even scared and confused and that there really wasn't anything like that in their minds.

Kirill stroked her on one side and Oleg on the other.

Ivan took a seat on the bed.

"Sunny, it's okay, it's just his black humor," Oleg tried again to say something exculpatory.

"Well, I don't know why I blurted that out," Kirill apologized.

But Nastya was so touching and so… sexy.

And they stroked her on both sides and again for some reason the thought of "slowing down" began to recede somewhere far away …

And Ivan didn't want to leave either …

Nastya did not resist, because the thought of "kill" had gone away, but remained somewhere in the background.

In fact, strangely enough, the body reacted with arousal and if even the consciousness resisted, the body wasn't quite okay with it.

Naturally they also felt it and continued to slowly, gradually stroke her, caress her, excite her, and so on and so forth.

As a result, Ivan, Oleg and Nastya fell asleep on the bed, and Kirill, as a "delinquent" went on duty.

It was already past eleven o'clock, but the three were asleep.

And then Kirill realized that someone was walking towards the house.

Holy shit, that's some chick.

He ran to the bedroom – "Wake up, wake up, we have guests, I think it's your Aunt Galya here."

Nastya didn't realize what was wrong at first, then jumped up to quickly clean herself up.

"I'll say you're in the kitchen," Kirill had already said in a whisper, and went slowly to open the door, for Aunt Galya was already steadily ascending the porch.

"A brave woman, though," thought Kirill.

I mean, really – did she have reason to suspect that things weren't going well? Of course she did. That's why she came to check.

Kirill of course took his time opening the door to give Nastya more time.

And when he was sure she'd snuck into the kitchen, he opened the door.

"Oh, good morning, my name is Kirill, come in."

Aunt Galya was surprised at such a welcome and a little wary.

"Where's Nastya?" – Standing on the doorstep, she asked.

"We're sleepy, we just decided to make breakfast," Kirill replied.

"Wow, you're sleeping," Aunt Galya said as she walked in and headed for the kitchen. She noticed that Ivan had come out of the bedroom and someone else was there.

Of course, this also raised suspicion.

"Why do you occupy the master bedroom?" – Aunt Galya asked suspiciously again.

"Well, of course, it may not be very polite, but Nastya allowed it, she said she'd be fine in a small room," Kirill continued to fantasize.

Aunt Galya walked into the kitchen and saw Nastya starting to make an omelet for everyone.

"Aunt Galya, good morning, how is Baba Nadia?" – Nastya asked, holding herself together and even smiling.

"Oh, it's hard for me to carry her back and forth to the toilet, but nothing, I think I'll take the board off, I think there's no fracture there," Aunt Galya turned to her own concerns and sat down at the table.

"Let's have breakfast and go take another look," Nastya suggested as calmly as possible.

"I'll just have some coffee, I think I've had breakfast already," Aunt Galya made her "order".

Nastya picked up the turbo – "No, I'll have instant," said Aunt Galya.

Nastya turned on the kettle, thankfully the electricity and everything else was working. Their village was somehow a little out of the way and a bit of a bygone era.

Ivan began to help with breakfast, Oleg decided to make coffee for three – Ivan also drank instant.

"Oh, look, really, helpers, you might say" – Aunt Galya – "And where did you guys come from?"

Ivan named his village – "Oh, that I don't know, it must be far away," said Aunt Galya.

"Yes, far away," laughed Ivan.

"I'm from Peter," Oleg said.

"You see, and Nastya's dreaming of Peter" – said Aunt Galya – "Well, take her with you" – she immediately wooed her neighbor.

"I'd love to, but I've got at least another six months to serve," said Oleg.

"Well, yes" said Aunt Galya thoughtfully, realizing perfectly well that one might not finish his service.

"And you, handsome?" – She turned to Kirill.

"From Moscow," Kirill replied.

"Ah, a Moskovit, spoiled," decided Aunt Galya.

Nastya tensed, realizing that Kirill was the most testy of them all.

But Kirill didn't react, it was familiar to him.

"Yeah, I think you've got more pampering here," he replied.

"Aunt Gal, well you somehow without your remarks, they're all on edge," Nastya said quietly in Aunt Galya's ear.

"Yeah, sorry," Aunt Galya realized her mistake and also thought that she was actually talking to suicide bombers. Of course, each of them has a chance, but it's probably about 50/50.

And even though they're peaceful, they're not immune to anything.

The guys tried to act as calm and friendly as possible.

Aunt Galya decided it was probably okay.

At least Nastya's safe and alive.

On the way to Grandma Nadia's house, Aunt Galya whispered in her ear again – "Nastya, don't let them drink, or God forbid what happens"

"Yes, thank goodness there's nothing," replied Nastya, thinking that indeed, thank goodness.

After examining Baba Nadia, Nastya decided to remove the plank, but strictly instructed not to step on it and to wear a stiff bandage.

Aunt Galya stayed with her, anyway, she had an empty house, no one to take care of her.

Her children had long ago left for the city, like most young people.

Oleg went with them, just in case.

Nastya really hoped that the night would pass quietly, and her hopes were justified this time. Everyone just wanted to sleep and not think about anything.

In the morning came the news from Artem – a high probability that tomorrow they will already advance and come, perhaps, to the village itself.

Artem was actually taking a big risk – he wasn't authorized to give details, but he just trusted his comrades, plus they had discounted their geolocation so he could see where they were.

Artem realized that there was no telling what the commander would say about the guys, but at least this way they would reach them in one piece.

The whole day was spent in agony, and by the rumbling it became obvious that they were advancing hard and fast, that Artem was right. Or rather, from where the rumble of the guns was coming from and how it was changing. It became clear that they would soon be leaving.

"Well Nastush, we'll leave you alone soon," Kirill began.

And Nastya was already guessing what he was getting at.

"So, bear with us one more time, okay?" – Kirill asked, as if it was just something so innocuous.

"It's quite possible that this may be our last time in life at all," he went on as if coaxing.

Nastya sighed, tears coming to her eyes. She was tired.

But it didn't change anything.

Naturally they were already in an even more agitated state than before. It was good that Oleg hadn't brought alcohol, although it was in the store.

"Nastyush, we'll honestly help you with absolutely everything, you can have no doubt about that," Kirill continued.

Oleg offered to open an account for Nastya on a cryptocurrency exchange, and they spent three hours with the account and authorization.

All three of them wrote down the data, in case anything happened.

But the account was made out to Nastya and transferred the crypto there, Ivan didn't have crypto, so Oleg transferred it for him.

They explained to her how she could convert them into real money.

And by evening, that "last time" had begun, which was both hard and long and somehow endless. Again and again they did not let her go.

In the end, everyone fell asleep, because no one thought about Nastya going somewhere else.

In the morning, the guys' comrades-in-arms showed up. The guys suggested that Nastya pack her things so that she could evacuate at once.

The commander was suspicious that they were here "chilling" so to speak, but understanding.

Alexei Vadimovich, a middle-aged man, dense with a belly and a little gray hair, looked carefully at the boys and Nastya. He noted to himself that Nastya was very tense, and they … slightly averted their eyes, though they tried to look straight ahead, constantly throwing glances at her, not wanting to go far away. Somehow a bad feeling crept up on his soul, even something prickled in his subcostal region. He pressed a hand to his right side. He grimaced a little at the unpleasant pain.

"Okay, get out of here, I need to talk to .... what's your middle name?"

"Anastasia Ilinichna," Nastya replied. She tensed up even more. She didn't really want to talk about anything. All three of them left. Alexei Vadimovich noticed that they did turn around.

"Anastasia Ilinichna, do you have any complaints about our soldiers?" – he asked Nastya, trying to look into her eyes.

"No, I don't have any complaints, everything is fine," replied a tired Nastya, trying not to look into his eyes but somewhere on the bridge of his nose.

He wanted to put a hand on her shoulder, but then he thought that if anything, she'd be more likely to take it as a threat than a friendly engagement. The hand lifted slightly and then lowered.

"Are you feeling well, do you need medical attention?" – he decided to ask a clarifying question.

"No, it's alright, it didn't reach us, thank God" – Nastya meant that not a single shell reached their village.

"This I know…" – Alexei Vadimovich said thoughtfully.

He continued to look at her intently. He could feel her tension. He realized that it probably could have been. But he didn't want to hear about it at all, or dig in that direction. If she said no, she said no.

"Anastasia Ilyinichna, it's okay, you're safe now, you can rest assured," he made one last attempt.

"Yes, thank you very much, I'm just thinking of leaving at once, as it happens," Nastya changed the subject.

"Sure – sure, the car will be on its way soon, do you have everything packed?" – He was actually glad she hadn't said anything. Or maybe there really wasn't anything?

Even if there was something, the guys seemed to figure it out on their own and sort it out.

Just in case, he approached them separately and quietly said, "Well, you guys, somehow help the girl there, after all, you've been staying at her place for so long."

He was hinting at something they'd already taken care of. If there was anything, at least make it up to them with money. Once again, he looked at them closely. If Kirill, in principle, was good at hiding his emotions, Oleg and Ivan were less so, and Alexei Vadimovich suspected from their faces that the case might not be as smooth as everyone would like to imagine.

"I really hope it's alright" at this he turned and walked away, he didn't want to discuss it all anymore, they were good fighters, he needed them.

Nastya could barely stand, literally everything hurt. Even standing and sitting was uncomfortable. But she pretended, as best she could, that everything was normal.

Artem came too.

"What a resort you've made for yourself here, and in the company of such a girl," he also hinted.

They decided not to fill Artem in on the details.

Nastya was still questioned additionally, it was necessary to write down when they came to her house, whether they left for a long time.

They should have eliminated the possibility of recruiting with the other side.

Since she confirmed that they had not left, the suspicions were put to rest. Just in case, they questioned Nadia's grandmother and Aunt Galya, but they also confirmed that they had seen them several days in a row.

"Well, you certainly gave, rushed so rushed" – the commander remarked on their desperate breakthrough ahead of the column of the whole, so to speak.

"We didn't think you were alive, the tank was hit."

"Lucky," said Oleg, "It got under the caterpillar somehow."

"We didn't even realize how we got out ourselves," Ivan added.

And so it was, at times like this it happens that the body acts faster than the mind realizes, what to do.

All three of them wrote down Nastya's phone number and asked her to write, if possible, how she got there. They looked at her so much that Artem also suspected "hotness".

They asked her to write if she needed help. And then it's up to her.

Artem approached Kirill when Nastya got into the car and tried to clarify the situation:

"Look, come on, admit it, did you get busted?" – Artem would certainly be very jealous if he found out that yes.

"Artem, well maybe if I was alone, then maybe, yeah, I'd probably talk her into it, I guess," Kirill smiled. He could always think of something that could look plausible. Like, yeah, well, of course I wanted to, but it didn't work out.

They were determined to keep their mouths shut because things might not turn out as well as they would like.

Ivan in general, seeing the look in the commander's eyes, became wildly nervous and was cursing himself for all he was worth.

"Why did I sign up for all this, what a moron I am, how could I go for all this, let them do what they want, why me – that" – he was no longer happy that he had been tempted by the whole situation, although he certainly liked everything, even very much, even very, very much. But now it didn't seem to him that "everything was under control" at all. He realized that now Nastya could say anything and most likely she would be believed. Although in fact it was only her word against theirs, but nevertheless the situation looked suspicious.

Kirill came up to him – "Stop fidgeting, she's a normal girl, everything will be fine"

Oleg's heart was scratching, he realized that he could not fix anything and only thought about whether he would see her again. Maybe he wouldn't … Maybe he wouldn't come back … And even if he did, would she want to see him after all they'd done? Probably not. And that made it even worse.

Nastya decided not to postpone her dream for later, since she had somewhere to go anyway, so she went to Peter!

It was scary, she had basically never lived anywhere before, except for small trips to Kiev to see her mom. Or rather not quite so – until her dad died, they lived in Mariupol. Then, when mom remarried, the idea came to buy a spacious good house in the countryside, there were some business ideas, which basically worked out, but it turned out that mom's husband, who was the initiator of all this, was not really impressed by life in the countryside. And Nastya had a choice – to go together with them to the city, specifically to Kiev, but for now to a rented apartment, or to stay alone in a spacious house. And she chose to stay alone – she wanted to live alone, freely, without crowding, to be with herself. And plus there was an area, if anything, to which she could invite an interested man. Yes, it could not be said that the house belonged to her, but they gave it completely at her disposal. So that's how it came to be that she was alone here. And she liked it for a long time on the whole, though of course she began to think of moving to … Peter. Yes, she wanted to go to Peter, but she didn't understand what she would do there and what money to live on. And then the military conflict started …

Nastya wrote to her mom that she was going to Peter, because she couldn't go to Kiev.

By the way, as you could probably guess, they were taking her phone away from her to monitor her calls and correspondence, just in case.

The house, a large, good and spacious of course to leave was a pity and terrible, but she could not stay – and so already tightened …

Nastya drove and of course remembered everything that had happened. Images kaleidoscoped in her memory. That's how it started, how Kirill came up behind her after a shower … Could it have been any different? She doesn't know, she doesn't know what would have happened if she had started to desperately pull away and resist.

But then she was just scared. She had three strong young armed men in her house. Clearly, they had put their weapons away when they undressed, but that didn't stop them from using them at any time.

And in general – do you realize that against three men globally she could not do anything? Yeah, sure, maybe a very active resistance would have stopped them. Maybe, uh.

What did they think? Did they think that she wanted it that way, but was breaking herself for decency's sake? No, they didn't. Because her whole demeanor said she was scared, and not at all that she was eager to try something new.

Did they think otherwise, that they had committed a crime called rape? They didn't think so either. There was no brutality, no cruelty, they didn't tie her up. But does that justify what happened? No, actually, of course not, it doesn't.

There is such a phrase as "It just happened" – it doesn't mean anything at all, because how can it? But it is convenient to say it when there are no excuses and explanations.

The only explanation is that they just wanted it so badly. In normal life, of course, this could not have happened. Yes, that's right, they took advantage of the situation and their position.

But how it was … delightful. and unforgettable.

And the thought of Nastya made both Kirill and Oleg smile. Ivan was cooler in this respect and his thoughts were occupied with something else. However, he by no means thought that she was like that herself. He was just very nervous about the 'what ifs'.

Such a seemingly almost pornographic experience was perceived in a kind of pleasant haze, with a hint of even romanticism.

Weird? Yes, weird. But sometimes we don't understand why we perceive and feel that way.

They made a lot of explanations and excuses for themselves, but they still came to the conclusion that they were just bastards who had taken advantage of the situation.

Why did they go for such a format as a threesome? Well, as you remember, the first time it sort of "just happened", and then it was as if – why not? Especially always one of them was more "free" at any given moment and could calm Nastya, whisper something soothing in her ear, stroke, and sometimes and yes … hold her. So she wouldn't leave, wouldn't dodge. Yeah, bastards, what can I say?

Kirill realized it was all his fault. If he hadn't frightened her then, almost smothering her with his hand … And then with that pillow – he's a bastard, of course. He remembered her frightened eyes. And yet, how it had been. Well, you don't forget things like that. Would he have acted the same way? Well, it was worth it, it was worth it.

And how did Nastya herself characterize all this for herself? Coercion, yes. Rape – probably not. I mean, she really didn't put up much of a fight. Yeah, she said no. But she didn't actively resist.

Did she feel a wild anger, a desire for revenge? No. Strangely enough, no. She was worried about the whole thing, and even thought that some of it was her fault – as women usually thought. Even though it wasn't her fault. You'd be scared too if you had three armed men in your house.

Did she forgive it all? I guess you can't say that either. After all, they took advantage of her.

Did it warm her that she had been given money? First of all, she didn't know if she could convert it into money, even though they had explained to her how. And secondly, no, it did not, although she needed the money very much.

Strangely enough, she made no attempt to contact the man who visited her on a visit, deleted his number and forgot to think about him.

And you know why? Because despite the wildness of the whole situation, she felt these days how much they wanted her, how much they thought of her, how willing they were to take care of her in some little things like coffee, even lunches, even cleaning. And overall – it was a weird feeling when she didn't feel alone. Yes, it's wild. But it's true.

You know, when a woman is very much desired and it is frank, it raises some inner confidence very much. It's purely feminine. Yes, it wasn't exactly the same situation, but still.

She remembered how she had unexpectedly had an orgasm with Oleg and more than once. She really hadn't expected it.

Did she single out Oleg among the three of them? Yes, she did. Again, it was hard to pronounce the word "liked" – yet he, like all of them, took advantage of the situation, held her if she started to resist even a little. But … But yes, stood out.

Before he left, he hugged her. And she caught herself thinking that it still felt good. But she didn't say anything back. It was still hard for her. Hard that all this had happened.

And there's one more aspect you're sure to be thinking about. Wasn't Nastia afraid of getting pregnant? No, she wasn't. The thing is that her relationship with that man was too superficial, no one was calling her to marry, so to speak, and so Nastya used injections once every three months to protect herself. She had no plans to make him "happy" with the phrase "I'm pregnant".

By the way, why didn't she ask Oleg to stand up for her when they were sitting together on the veranda and it was clear that he liked her? Well, first of all, how much he liked her was unclear. Secondly, she was afraid to hear a refusal. Thirdly … Even if he said yes, what would happen then? What if there was a conflict between them? And if someone used a weapon? And then, of course, Nastya hoped that it was already over. She realized that it might not be, but she hoped.

But yeah, let's finally get to what happened next.