My husband and I had a five-room spacious house. There are lots of flowers in the living room, and my office is filled with books, just like in my parents ' house. Recently purchased an interesting book «How to succeed», which lies on the dresser next to the bed. I can’t read it, I don’t have time, I’m busy working, attending a seminar on tourism and creating a project.
My husband Sanya with discontent and love says to me:
– You know that today you missed fitness, I arrange for you to have a fitness center and a pool near your house, and you start skipping classes. You’ll soon be living at work.
I don’t say anything, but he keeps talking.
– I found you some good books about the nature of the Republic, and I signed you up for ballroom dancing. You’ve wanted this for a long time. Classes are held two days a week, Wednesday and Saturday.
I looked at him, frowning.
«I don’t know, but you can decide on the time, my dear.
– Did you call the vet for dick?» How does he feel?
– Why do we need a veterinarian…
Sanya is in a dressing gown, still wet from the shower, shaved, the smell of his Cologne wafts to me, Oh, how delicious. Both dick and my husband sit next to each other and watch as I undress to go to the shower.
– … everything is fine with us, the vomiting has stopped. Did you call the kids?
«Yes, they’re all right.
Dick-breed dog, pitch black, big, beautiful. He is part of our family, and we adore him. I washed, smeared my body with delicious oil, a towel on my head, I do not like to blow-dry my hair, it spoils. She put on a gold lace negligee. I go into the bedroom, my husband is already waiting for me in bed. A sweet shiver runs through my body from the anticipation of the upcoming pleasures. I sat down in front of the mirror and started putting cream on my face and hands.
With Sania, we lived in a civil marriage for 10 years. For some reason, I could not divorce my legal spouse until my youngest daughter was of age. Sledge and I were very fond of each other and looked beautiful. Sanya is Russian, ten years older than me, tall, slender, light hair, blue eyes, straight nose. From his appearance, lifestyle, and mind, you can imagine an Imperial officer. He really was an officer, an engineer of military construction, graduated from the Suvorov school and military Academy. In Afghanistan, I was wounded in the leg, so I walked with a cane. The slender bamboo cane looked elegant in his hands.
I was always slim, with an Asian appearance. My raised chin, straight back, excellent figure, confident Asian eyes, proud and confident gait, pleasant smile have always attracted men.
The two of us sometimes liked to sit in a restaurant, once a neighboring table of men sent us champagne as a favor. But after one incident, when a drunk Tuvinian called me a Russian litter, we began to go on vacation to neighboring regions.
My Sanya was a pensioner, he stayed at home and did his homework. His mother lived in Vladivostok, came in the spring, worked in the garden, and left in the fall. In the yard, a worker managed the household, and his sister came to clean the house. My children studied in other cities. This is the quiet life we lived until tonight.
My father, Danil, was a very educated man, fluent in several Turkic languages, with a degree in Economics and animal husbandry, wrote poetry, was well versed in painting, music, literature, and had a first class in shooting. He taught me to shoot a rifle and ride a horse from the age of ten. All my creativity, self – confidence, straight posture-it’s all due to my father. He loved me very much, and was always with me in difficult moments. His younger sisters died of starvation and illness in their Teens. Maybe that’s why he gave me all his love. My father was of medium height, slender, with black wavy hair, open-slitted eyes that changed color, they could be green or blue, and a beautiful straight nose. He was a great conversationalist, a chess player, and a charming person.
Dick’s been acting restless lately. He barked, turning his head in the direction of the street, apparently someone drove up to the house. I looked at my watch, 9 PM, who could it be? We have almost no visitors, and no one called to warn us of their arrival. I looked out of the living room window – there was a white car, and a man got out of it when he saw me at the window.
