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Somewhere in the middle of the road, a message came from Oleg – "Sunny, where are you, will you be in St. Petersburg soon?". Despite his fears and worries, he couldn't help himself, he kept thinking about her.

"On my way for now, most likely tomorrow mid-afternoon" replied Nastya, she didn't feel like there was any point in hiding anything here.

"I've asked my uncle to meet you, he's already looked for some cheap apartments for you to choose from, I've sent him the money for the deposit and the first month" – Oleg thought it was the least he could do for her.

Here Nastya tensed – on the one hand, of course, it's great, because she has no idea where to go and she has no money as such cash. BUT! Holy shit – that also uncle????

As Nastya was silent for a long time, Oleg realized that she had thought something wrong.

"Sunny, don't you worry, my uncle is a deeply married man, the kids are big now, you have nothing to worry about, I just asked him to help" Oleg explained.

"And how did you explain our acquaintance?" – Nastya finally decided to ask.

"I only said everything in general terms"-Oleg-"I only said that me and the guys hung out at your place for almost a week and in general we owe you a lot, I didn't say anything else."

"Honestly dishonorable?" – Nastya clarified suspiciously

"Yeah, you have nothing to worry about," Oleg assured her.

And that's pretty much what happened.

"Have you fallen in love, Olezha?" – Uncle Volodya was surprised when his nephew addressed him with such an unexpected request.

Actually, he had no time to look for some apartments and to meet someone, but Olezha asked him very much, and it was inconvenient to refuse his nephew, who was in a war zone.

You might think it's strange that everyone corresponds with each other so freely. Well, not exactly freely – it varies from person to person, whether they have a connection or not, whether they are allowed to use phones or not.

But while Oleg was not involved in active actions and could help Nastya as much as possible, which he did.

"I kiss you between your legs," Oleg wrote by evening, though he was afraid she would stop replying altogether.

Nastya didn't respond. She didn't know how she should react to this. Although it was understandable that hormones were at play, and she was the last, so to speak, his sexual object.

And still a little wary of meeting her uncle, though she didn't refuse help.

Uncle Volodya turned out to be an ordinary man of about 48, quite decent-looking for his age, quite pleasant to talk to, and a lover of jokes. He didn't have much time, which he said at once – and this actually calmed Nastya down.

So, they quickly ran through all the options and Nastya chose the option closest to the center, though not the best, but the closest to the center, immediately gave the deposit and the first month. Uncle Volodya paid from the money Oleg sent him. Oleg also asked him to help with the money transfer, but he didn't know much about it himself, so he suggested that Nastya call his son, who was already 18, to explain everything to her step by step.

Uncle Volodya also gave Nastya some cash so that she could buy something to eat for the first few days.

This is also from the ones Oleg sent.

"Eh, Olezha-Olezha," sighed Uncle Volodya, who was more concerned about his nephew's fate than about a girl he didn't know, though pleasant.

Nastya had a laptop, and she took it with her. So, the next day all she had to do was open a bank account and get a card.

Will they open it? Well, they're supposed to.

An account was opened for Nastya, and she managed to withdraw the money with the help of Uncle Volodya's eldest son Petya. She left some of it in the crypt.

Life was really getting better, and even considering it was already quite late in the fall, Nastya was walking around and enjoying Peter, just as she had dreamed.

Of course, she visited the Hermitage … 4 times in one month.

She could afford to just enjoy life, sit in a cafe somewhere downtown, watch the rain, go to the theater, and walk, walk, walk.

No, Nastya was not a spender, so in cafes she usually took only coffee and maybe some cookies, sometimes spoiled herself with a bun, if there was a very tasty pastry.

She ate a little in general, joined a gym at a discount, bought some clothes – also at a discount.

She generally wore things for a long time and took good care of them.

From time to time there were texts from Oleg (when he had the opportunity) of a very erotic nature. She honestly wrote to him – "I don't know what to say.

She answered questions about Peter with pleasure and in detail.

Sometimes, very rarely, Kirill wrote, asked how she had gotten there, said he remembered her. He did remember, and always with a smile.

Ivan finished his service after a month and went home.

He was very concerned that nothing would come to light and he could live in peace in the civilian life. Therefore, he also transferred money, and quite a decent amount, and frankly wrote that he really hoped for her decency, because he wanted to live in peace and had his own plans for his personal life.

Nastya wrote that he could take it easy. Why was she going through all this now? Why would it be brought up again? Why bring it up again?

But as for remembering – is it possible to forget? Of course, from time to time, images flashed before her mind's eye.

But by and large, it made little sense now, especially what and to whom would she prove and why?

Nastya did not want to meet refugees like her. She didn't want other people's memories, she didn't want to talk about her own.

Fear of death is not something nice to talk about over a cup of coffee.

She naturally started actively looking for a job, but she didn't want to go as a salesperson. She had a medical degree, but it would have been difficult to get a normal position right away, especially since she was not working in her specialty. So, she started looking for something related and simpler. And she came across an opportunity for quick training in laser rejuvenation, weight loss, and so on and so forth.

She liked the idea, especially since it was a fairly well-paid job. Her appearance was just right – slender, pleasant, but not provocative, not flamboyant. A pleasant, in a word, young woman.

Literally in a month she took this course and literally started walking around all the salons. And her medical education, in this case, played a role. Even though she had never worked in medicine.

She could afford, at her rather frugal pace, to live for about six months as well, but still she decided not to procrastinate until the last minute.

Oleg didn't write anything for about a month. And then suddenly he did.

"You know, I don't know how you'll feel about this, but I thought I should tell you after all – Kirill is gone …"

Nastya somehow felt everything squeeze inside her, and she burst into tears. Of course, it was so strange to regret the death of the one who, in fact, was the cause of all this, and in the format in which it was happening. He was, in fact, the instigator and the main conductor of all these actions.

But Nastya was sobbing. She cried and cried. It was everything – the stress she had been hiding and suppressing, and the actual grief over his death. After all, he was, above all, a man who in turn had also helped her, and generally treated her well, and actually … She realized that the whole point was that the situation was extremely tempting for them, very convenient, and she was, in fact, very modestly resisting.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry …" – she wrote.

And Oleg somehow felt that she was really sorry, that it was true.

It wasn't that it was pleasant, but it spoke all the same to the fact that she considered them human and not … something else.

"Ivan is already a civilian," she wrote

"I know," Oleg replied

"He was still sending me money," she thought, no need to hide it.

"I know that too," Oleg confirmed

"Take care of yourself," Nastya wrote quite sincerely

"That's just the way it is," Oleg rightly remarked, but he was very pleased to hear it.

Kirill was sitting on a hillside somewhere, everything was in a haze, he was looking up somehow. At first, he thought it was a dream. But then he realized that this was it, he would never come back, he would never wake up again.

Suddenly he heard a familiar sob – because he'd heard Nastya sobbing before – then on the bed, when he'd blurted "kill."

He turned at that crying and found himself in Nastya's apartment; he saw her again, sitting in an armchair, hugging her legs and sobbing. He was a bastard after all, how could he "joke" like that. Suddenly he and Nastya felt terribly sorry for himself – well, he is still so young, he did not fulfill his plan of "We can not all, of course, we can not, but we will try. In fact, of course, it's not true. He didn't have a plan. He was just saying that. He was handsome, and he was popular with the female sex, and of course he was popular. But not as much as you might think, often.

He suddenly felt like stroking Nastya's head, so he did.

"Kirill," Nastya whispered confused – she suddenly felt someone stroking her head.

The curtain swayed as if from a draught, but there was no draught....

The next day Nastya had to go to two interviews for her new job at the salon as a specialist in all sorts of laser procedures.

And Kyril decided to go with her to make her successful.

Are you surprised? Well, yes, "go" is a figure of speech, but he decided to go nonetheless.

When he realized that the first option did not suit her, because the landlady there was, to put it mildly, not very decent, he made every effort to prevent her from getting there at all. And she broke her heel, and forgot her phone, and did not get on the route. In short, it was a total bummer and then she decided not to be late for the second interview and forget about the first one.

But the second place was just good, and the owner is a decent woman and the contingent was very wealthy in this salon.

Kirill used all his charm to make the best possible impression on the hostess, and she melted, and did not pay attention to her complete lack of experience in this field. She just liked Nastya very much.

Now know this – just because you didn't get somewhere doesn't mean you're out of luck.

Nastya was a responsible girl, so there were no complaints about her. She had no problem taking clients until late in the evening – she had no one to meet anyway. Of course, she didn't have any girlfriends yet either, although she tried to get acquainted just to socialize. But in a big city, that, strangely enough, is not so easy.