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It had been a long time since Vera had seen the second Tiffany gift wrap in his bag.

She decided to teach her lover to be more attentive and did not pick up the phone for several days. But it turned out that she tortured herself, sobbed and washed down the pain with wine. On the third day, Oleg rang the doorbell and picked up the emaciated, half-fainting, and drunk Verusha in his arms. She was barely breathing, and the pulse in her neck was visible next to the blue vein through the tissue paper of her skin. On the white face, there was no blood, Oleg grabbed his mistress in his arms and called the doctor.

– Oleg, who is this?

A friend and part-time family doctor had been looking at his classmate's scared face.

– Today, this is a friend, mmm, a good friend of mine, – Oleg paused, he did not know what else to say. This was the first time he had been in this situation. Wincing at the unnecessary difficulties and problems, the man feverishly thought about how to get rid of these painful relationships, which have acquired a completely different turn from what he expected.

The previous Larisa, he called her Lala, lived with him for three years, happy and in love, she parted with Oleg easily and simply in one day, as they met. Lala was a tall, slender brunette with a sense of humor and a great mind. She understood that she could use Oleg's connections to the maximum, so giving him her body and variety in bed, Lala at the same time received a credit line for her own nail salon without collateral and at a minimum interest rate. He still wished her a happy birthday for old times ' sake, and she jokingly sent him photos of her bare breast. Deeply in his heart, Oleg missed Lala and her cheerful disposition, but then when he met Verochka, he completely forgot about the chatterbox and the giggler. Verusha was an elegant, thin, fragile girl. Those who did not know her origin and simple roots took her for a lady of high society, a girl of blue blood.

Oleg at first was so carried away that he moved her to the apartment that he rented for Lala. But fainting, starvation, and unconsciousness were not part of his plan.

"Man, I don't want to spoil your mood, but your friend is pregnant.

Oleg's temples throbbed.

"Tolik, what do you mean?"!

"What are you doing, little one?" You don't know how to get pregnant. The egg matures with sexual…

"Come on! Are you kidding me?

– No, you're kidding! You bring me an unconscious girl with signs of alcohol poisoning, starvation, dehydration, and a nine-week period and yell at me. My shift ended three hours ago, at exactly 21: 00. Can I go home, and the nurse will write a referral for tests and registration?

– Stop! Roofing! What are you doing? What is the account?! Sorry! Sorry, friend, – Oleg from excitement began to stutter and drawl words, – I can't register it, Ara will find out, I'm finished, Arina and I are finished.

The doctor took off his robe and sat on the leather sofa in the office. He rubbed his tired eyes for a long time, then sighed and asked:

– Oleg, what do you want from me?

The lover hesitated only for a moment, then said quickly:

"Give her the pill." The term is small. It's okay, she won't notice. I can't. I don't even like her. So, a young fresh body. A good woman, especially after Lyalka married, – Oleg sighed, thinking about something of his own.

– So, good-bye, Oleg.

– Stop, Tolya, please! Help me, save me. For me and Ara.

Anatoly weighed it for a few seconds, then said wearily.

"Don't involve me in crime. I will not spare anyone from anything. Tell her. She will decide what to do. This is her body and her life.

– Tolya, and if she wants to give birth? That's from me. Ara will not forgive me, she barely forgave me Larysa, a man grabbed the hands of the doctor, in the eyes natural tears.

– My friend, now she is under a drip with vitamins and saline, I leave her here at night, I need to saturate the body with liquid and trace elements and wash the alcohol. Talk to her. If you want, convince her that you don't need a child, especially since Ara is infertile. Talk and decide together. What happens between you is your own business. This does not concern me if it does not pose a threat to life or physical discomfort.

Oleg entered the room, wiping his sweaty palms on his suit. At the creak of the door opening, the girl opened her eyes and tried to smile faintly.

– Olezhek, hi, my love…

"Hush, cat, hush. Don't worry, it's fine. You're with me, you're safe. Everything will be fine.

– I love you darling – She held out her little white hand to the man.

– And I you, cat, listen, here me your doctor, Anatoly Ivanovich said, that you are pregnant…

"I – I wanted to tell you, but later, later," she said, her eyes filled with the bitter tears of a hurt girl.

"Cat, you have to do an abortion. No objection. You and I have just started our relationship. You've moved into a nice place, you've got a career, you're not even twenty-five. Besides, I don't need children. I'm dating you to love you, and you're giving me these tricks.

Vera lay there, silently swallowing her tears. She crumpled the sheet that covered her with icy hands.

– Cat, if you want to continue to see me, love, and be with me about any child can not be a question, – the last words Oleg spat out with such anger in the face of his mistress that she stopped crying, and just nodded.

In the morning, Vera went to Anatoly Ivanovich and asked for a referral to a gynecologist to sign up for an abortion.

"Vera, are you sure?" Are you sure you've weighed everything? the doctor asked the question softly, but it hurt her ears.

"Doctor, yes, thank you," the girl murmured uncertainly.

– Vera, you are young, strong, the fact that you drank wine and weakened will not affect the child in any way. If you are worried about it. A child is formed by many factors, the main of which is heredity and the absence of genetic diseases, and not a glass of wine at an early stage.

"No, Anatoly Ivanovich, that's not why I'm here. Oleg just said that he would leave me…

"Do you want a baby?"

– I love and want Oleg, if he leaves me, I have no reason to live.

The doctor gave her a long, searching look.

– It is your body, your life, and your decision to make. If that's what you want, I can't stop you.

She breathed a sigh of relief and even smiled.

– Thank you, Anatoly Ivanovich, Yes. I'll have an abortion at your clinic. Where do I go now to get tested and sign up?

Oleg was so happy about the abortion that he decided not to leave Verochka yet. He treated her with care and attention, and when she recovered, he took her on a two-week trip to Europe. They skied, drank mulled wine, and made love in front of the fireplace, where the wood crackled. The girl was so in love that she never thought about those terrible days before the hospital and after.

The relationship more or less took a stable character, she saw Oleg almost every day during the break, they had lunch, sometimes managed to stop in her flat, sometimes just chatted in the restaurant. A couple of times a week he stayed overnight and these were the happiest days and nights in the whole world.

Vera looked at the sleeping lover with tenderness and reverence, she stroked his hands and hair, hugged him, smelled his skin. Trying not to look at the wedding ring on her right hand, she looked at her hand, at her empty ring finger, and dreamed, dreamed, dreamed…

– Hello, Vera. Hello, can you hear me?

Vera paused with the phone at the kitchen window. She knew that voice; she would have recognized it from hundreds, from thousands of voices. She had heard that voice from his phone for almost nine months, when she made him coffee, when she vacationed with him abroad, when she lay in bed with him, and each time two snakes somewhere deep inside raised their heads and hissed furiously.

There was no point in hanging up; Vera knew it was Her.

– Yes. Hello, I can hear you.

– This is Arina, Oleg's wife. Can I meet you and talk to you?