Duplex. Chapters 1, 2

Even when he was a student at the chemical-pharmaceutical school, Oleg noticed a girl, Vika. Brunette. Slender, I can't fault it. A head shorter than himself, just right. The face is sweet, often with a kind smile. The eyebrows are drawn in, the lips are slightly tinted, everything is in natural tones.

Vika, as expected, was not looking for a relationship. I planned to focus on my studies. But Oleg turned out to be an assertive guy. He courted her for a long time and gave her gifts. And in the evenings I tried to start correspondence on the phone so that before bed I could be her only object of attention.

The plan worked. By the end of the first year, she reciprocated and they began dating. Oleg was

in seventh heaven. Long kisses in the evenings and fleeting ones, furtively between couples. They were not classmates.

It came to sex much later. When almost the entire hostel left for the holidays. Oleg's room remained empty. And everything finally happened.

It turned out that before him, Vika had three partners who managed to teach her a lot. There was a lot of sex. Every day, three or four times. Oleg could suggest any position and Vika easily agreed. In a word, jackpot.

Then everything is as usual. Meeting your parents and getting married right after graduation. Then we worked for a year at a local pharmacy. They decided to live with Oleg’s parents to start saving for their own.

But the idea turned out to be not so good. The parents were used to living at their own discretion and tried in every possible way to adjust the couple to their needs. After a year of living like this, it became clear to Oleg and Vika. Either they leave urgently, or things will quickly come to a divorce.

One day, while walking through the park, after another argument with their parents, the couple decides to try their hand at the capital. They already have diplomas. So you will be able to find a job. Moreover, there are even more pharmacies in Moscow than here, and the salaries are higher.

Inspired, we sat down to prepare. And we immediately ran into the first obstacle. Housing prices. The problem was that if you rented housing in the Moscow region, the salary in the nearest pharmacies differed little from local ones. Another thing is the points closer to the center. The salary there is more interesting plus the opportunity for growth. But apartment prices are no longer rising. And traveling two hours every day to work is a dubious pleasure.

If the goal is simply to move away from your parents, then it’s easier to find an apartment here and not leave anywhere. But both Oleg and Vika have already managed to be inspired by the views of the capital. I didn't want to stay. They began to think.

Oleg leafed through the bulletin boards every day in search of something new. And suddenly one day I discovered an option that I didn’t believe in at first.

A whole one-room apartment near the business center! And the price is a little more expensive than apartments in their own city. The option looked like a fairy tale, but Oleg quickly dialed the number.

A man answered on the other end. And to Oleg’s timid question he answered that the ad was real. The price also turned out to be real. And already here Oleg almost shouted into the phone that they were taking her and asked where to pay.

The man laughed. And then he moved on to the details. I asked Oleg about his plans because he wanted to find neighbors for the long term. Oleg did not notice the word “neighbor,” but the man himself started this topic.

The apartment is actually two-level. The first floor is for rent. There is a bedroom converted into a den, a kitchen and a bathroom. The hall is closed, the man's personal belongings are stored there. And he himself lives on the second floor.

Oleg listened to all this, but in his head there was only a dot on the map. And so far I have not heard any serious disadvantages.

Vika was at work, so he couldn’t discuss this delicious option with her. A decision had to be made urgently.

The advantage was that the man is the owner and does not demand double the price for the first month, as, for example, agencies do. But he wouldn't wait either. Oleg understood this perfectly.

The couple had already saved some money, so Oleg decided to withdraw. I transferred the man's first month's rent. We exchanged contacts, and Oleg promised to write on what day they would arrive. The man replied that he was glad to meet you and would be waiting, introducing himself as Sergei.

In the evening, Vika had a surprise. Oleg even bought a cake to celebrate. And when his wife asked “for what reason?”, he showed her the advertisement. It had already been taken, so the price was not indicated, but you can see the photos.

Vika looked at the interiors of a nice one-room apartment and still didn’t understand what was going on. They have already come across similar interior options. And either they were so far from the center that it was impossible to get closer to Vladimir, or they simply couldn’t afford it.

Oleg savored the moment. After the photographs, he showed a point on the map. He said that this apartment is located here. Vika was already beginning to suspect something was wrong, but she was still afraid to rejoice.

And finally Oleg announced that they had removed it. He has already paid for the first month of living, so he can move. Vika stared at her husband with wide open eyes. How? And then it's time to announce the price.

We decided to move quickly. That same evening we found the tickets and started packing our things. And after a couple of days they flew to Moscow. We would have left earlier, but we had to quit and say goodbye to everyone.

Parents did not put a spoke in our wheels. They themselves were tired of living together. They added money for the journey and gave their blessing.

Moscow greeted us with good weather. The autumn sun was pleasantly warm. When we got to our area, we almost turned our heads, looking around. Picturesque high-rise buildings stood on every corner. And there were a lot of people walking around.

Oleg and Vika couldn’t be happier. Both were hungry, but decided to check in first and then look for a place to eat.

The owner met them at home. Brunette, over forty, heavyset, with a belly. But with a kind smile. Showed the couple their new property. And then he invited me to drink tea. No refusals were accepted because he planned to talk about his own routine.

Don’t make noise after ten. The bathroom and toilet are shared, so he will also come down to use them. As well as the kitchen. But he said that he doesn’t cook often.

The rules end here. We agreed that if something arises, they will discuss it. The couple beamed. For them, the option was just a fairy tale. And the neighbor will clearly be better than their parents, who could burst into their room without knocking and call them to eat or do housework. So it’s hard to even call this a minus.

Immediately after they managed to sort out their things, Oleg and Vika went for a walk. Moscow greeted me with the beauty of its streets, smiles on the faces of passers-by and pleasant warmth. And, of course, the scale. The high-rise buildings of the business center kept peeking out from behind the nearby buildings.

We decided not to worry about anything today. Devote the day to rest from the road and walks. Let's go to the center. And put off the search for work and other everyday life until tomorrow.

We returned home around ten. Remembering the owner’s order about late noise, Oleg opened the door as quietly as possible and, together with Vika, slipped into the room.

Closing the door, the couple practically flopped onto the bed, hastily getting rid of their clothes.

In a good mood, impressed by the big city and new opportunities, the spouses looked dreamily at each other. And after a quiet declaration of love, they reached out to each other, closing their eyes and stretching out their lips. Anticipating the sweet moment of touching, both began to get excited. But a sudden loud knock on the door, like a tub of cold water, tore them out of this state.

- Youth! - a loud voice came from behind the door. - I'm smoking. Don't be afraid that I will slam the door. Rest. And let’s not forget about time, right?

- Good! - Oleg shouted back.

- That's it. Good night.

Oleg exhaled and turned back to his wife.

— Shall we continue? - he asked with a smile.

- Let's reschedule. It's kind of awkward now. — Vika was embarrassed.

- Yes, we are quiet. — Oleg went to hug, but Vika pushed him away.

- No, no! I can't do this.

- That's for sure. We had a walk.

A couple of minutes later the door slammed again. So Sergei is back. And then heavy steps were heard on the second floor, accompanied by the creaking of some steps.

A few minutes later Oleg was already snoring peacefully. But Vika still couldn’t sleep. The move left too strong an impression. Inside, everything was seething with new hopes and inspiration. But the girl understood that she had a lot of plans for tomorrow and she needed to calm down. So I decided to go to the kitchen and drink some water.

In order not to be too embarrassed if there was a sudden meeting in the corridor, Vika brought a set of shorts with a T-shirt in which you can sleep. She went out wearing it.

The light was on in the kitchen. Vika even changed her mind about going at first, fearing the meeting. But I still couldn’t sleep. So I came in.

Sergei drank tea, looking out the window at the burning street lights. Turning towards the noise, he saw Vika. Mechanically, in a split second he looked her up and down. The young figure made the corners of his mouth twitch.

- Can’t sleep? he asked.

- No, I just came in for a drink of water. - Vika answered embarrassedly, pouring water.

— Drink chamomile tea. Helps calm your nerves before bed. I drink every evening.

Sergei moved the teapot across the table. Vika had not planned a tea party, but it was somehow inconvenient to refuse. She sat down next to her and poured herself half a glass.

Both sat in silence for a minute, until Oleg asked questions, continuing to peer out the window.

— Did you like the city?

— I liked it. - Vika answered quietly.

— This is only at first glance. Lights, life, ambition. It begins to seem to you that you are in the very center. In the thick of things. And now, just a second or two, and you’ll grab the opportunity to ride success. Ride the wave. Yes? — Oleg smiled sadly. “But you quickly realize that this is a damn funnel that only does what sucks you in more and more with each new day.”

Having finished, Oleg drank the rest of his tea in one gulp. Vicky’s glass was also empty and she was about to leave, but suddenly he turned to her.

- Come on, let’s have a smoke at night, but it’s time to go to bed. - he suggested.

— I don’t smoke. — Vika answered without hesitation.

- Don't smoke, heh. You will join the company. It's good to breathe in fresh air before going to bed. Let's go.

It’s unlikely that Vika had a great desire to go to the entrance and stand there. But for some reason I didn’t want to upset the owner of the apartment. I had to go.

It was noticeably cooler in the entrance than at home. The window half a flight below was always open. Apparently the neighbors knew that Sergei often smoked here and were in no hurry to lock the window.

Sergei lit a cigarette and slowly blew smoke out the window. Part of which did not want to disappear, but rather flew into the entrance. Vika shuddered. She never liked the smell of tobacco.

She stood to the side, pressing her hands to her chest because she was cold, and shifted from foot to foot.

- Take a deep breath and exhale slowly. To calm down and not cringe. Cold before bed is beneficial. - advised Sergei.

Vika nodded and tried to calm down. Surprisingly, it actually became a little easier. Even the arms relaxed and stretched along the body.

— I see that it’s cold. I'll be quick. — Sergei grinned, pointing somewhere in Vika’s direction with the fingers in which he was holding a cigarette.

Having examined herself, Vika suddenly discovered that her nipples had hardened from the cold and were now standing out strongly through her T-shirt. The girl cupped her chest again, blushing a little. Which, in general, was hardly noticeable due to the cold.

Sergei again stared thoughtfully out the window.

— Moscow..” he drawled mysteriously. - How is your boy, a staunch soldier?

- M? — Vika hummed questioningly in response, because she didn’t understand the question at all.

— Well, will it withstand the onslaught of fate? Will it carry you through difficulties and adversity? Or onto the boat at the first storm?

- Of course it will hold up. — Vika tried to give confidence to her voice. The question was strange, and I didn’t want to answer it at all.

— Heh,” Sergei grinned hoarsely. - Let's see...

Having finally finished smoking, he put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and stared at Vika.

— It’s you, a pretty, cheerful girl. They love people like that in the capital, believe me. And my advice to you. Be careful. There are many men, and they are different. So don’t take gifts, and don’t smile at compliments.

— Gifts? — Vika was confused by the unexpected advice.

- Heh, province. You'll see again. Let's go to bed.

When leaving, Sergei casually put his arm around Vika’s waist, pushing her a little. Not for long at all, but rather to speed things up. But when I removed my hand, my palm seemed to accidentally slip across my butt.

Chapter 2

The night passed peacefully. After a smoke break, Sergei, as it seemed to Vika, finally fell asleep. The apartment became quiet. Everyone was asleep.

The next day was very important for the couple. It was time to look for a job. Such a rush was not necessary; the pillow would have been enough to delay for almost a month. But the guys were too afraid to miss their chance.

Time to rest will come, but for now we need to work. Cling to the capital's standard of living. This is what we started doing in the morning.

Oleg made coffee, and together with Vika they sat down in the room with a laptop, searching for suitable advertisements. And it seems that for the first time in their lives they began to have luck.

First, the apartment, which turned up so well for Oleg. And now job advertisements. From the very first page, the couple was bombarded with offers that they could not even dream of in their city. For the first time I had to choose.

We chose several nearby pharmacies for Vika and responded. And for Oleg they decided to try to grab a bigger salary and didn’t start from the place.

The suitable option was a little further, but the salary was attractive. Here we decided not to limit ourselves to the response. Oleg himself called them and clarified everything necessary. And I quickly found out that I could go and see everything today.

That’s what we decided. Oleg will go to his potential place of work, and Vika will wait for responses to the responses, and at the same time prepare something for lunch. It was time to start shopping for groceries to eat at home.

After seeing her husband off, Vika went to the nearest store and grabbed everything she needed. And when I returned, I planned to start cooking, but I met Sergei in the kitchen. He was drinking coffee, and judging by his smile, he was glad to meet you.

- Wow! What kind of packages, did you drag it all here yourself? he asked.

- Yes, nothing. They only look big, but in reality they are not that heavy. - Vika waved it off.

— Why didn’t you just order delivery?

— I’m not used to them. They bring God knows what time, and often they don’t have what they need. Yes, and it’s more expensive. It's not difficult for me to go.

- Sit down, look here. — Sergey took out his phone and launched the application. - I’m fucking older than you, and I’ve been in this topic for a long time. Look, the prices here are exactly the same as in any store. And there are promotions, and delivery is free. And they will bring everything in about ten minutes. And if there is a hurricane or tornado, then for fifteen. You're probably used to something different here, but here the service is up to par. Don't doubt it. You try it once and that’s it, you’ll forget about heavy bags.

Vika looked at the application and felt awkward. Some of the products that caught her eye were even cheaper than what she bought. Which means it’s true that there was no point in her campaign. Vika smiled.

- Damn. Interesting to know what else I'm doing wrong. Maybe now you don’t need to cook? — She stood up from the table, shrugging her shoulders.

— I don’t cook. I order from the nearest canteen. But here, of course, the price will be different. The question is time. Should you spend it on everyday life when you are young and handsome, hmm? - Sergei winked.

- Thank you for the compliment, but we, young and beautiful, also want to eat. And don’t pay for this desire with your entire salary. Will I bother you if I cook?

- You won’t interfere. Just let's be on first-name terms. I don't think I'm retired.

— Sorry.. I mean, sorry. Fine.

- And I have a proposal. Since you're really going to cook, what if I chip in? It would be even more profitable for three people.

- I don’t even know. — Vika thought in surprise. “I’ll start working later.” It is not clear how it will turn out. I don't want to let you down... you.

- That's not a problem. If it doesn't work out, I can take care of myself. But when it works out, it will be nice. Will it work?

- Probably yes.

- So we agreed. How much was it today?

Vika was embarrassed and refused, but Sergei still managed to extract the amount from her and foist a couple of pieces of paper in order to end up with a share. Then Vika got busy cooking, and Sergei went into the room, saying that he would be happy to wait for lunch.

While I was working on food, responses accumulated. And, having invited Sergei to dinner, Vika began to analyze the answers. Sergei periodically praised the girl for her talent to cook.

Finding a job turned out to be not at all difficult. Vika chose the pharmacy closest to her house. Сходила, подписала документы и уже на следующий день ее пригласили на стажировку и обучение.

Примерно то же самое произошло и с Олегом. Его похвалили за настойчивость и пригласили работать. Приступал тоже со следующего дня.

Так начались рабочие будни супругов. В акклиматизации пролетела неделя. Каждый день они делились друг с другом впечатлениями. Рассказывали о том, как рады переезду. Словом, наслаждались тем, как складывались дела.

Вечерами Вика еще выходила на кухню выпить чай перед сном. И все чаще сталкивалась с Сергеем. Он видимо заметил, что девушка выходит практически в одно и то же время. И тоже старался подгадать этот отрезок. А после чая звал с собой курить на лестничную площадку.

Вика соглашалась. И с каждым днем все легче. Вечерние вылазки уже становились привычным ритуалом. Сергей делился с ней все новыми и новыми мудростями и подсказками, в которые Вика с трудом могла бы поверить. К счастью, большинство советов ей вряд ли когда-то пригодятся.

Олег же каждый раз ждал ее возвращения. Ему было не очень понятно, зачем Вике общество хозяина квартиры. Но и поводов сопротивляться этому у него не было. Вика же отвечала просто, что ей нравится общаться с людьми и проветриваться перед сном. К тому же, хорошее отношение с владельцем вряд ли кому-то помешает.

На работе все было хорошо. И у Вики, и у Олега получалось справляться с задачами, благо опыт был. И еще через неделю стажировка и испытательный срок прошли. Супруги получили работу. Теперь официально.

Вместе с тем подошло число аванса. Привыкшие к провинциальным зарплатам, супруги были очень рады впервые получить столичные деньги, пусть и пока только аванс. Его бы уже хватило на хорошую вечеринку в их городе.

Решили отметить. Посидеть вечерком за бутылочкой вина. Вика спросила разрешение у Сергея, поскольку именно она чаще всего контактировала с ним. Владелец согласился, при условии, что тоже примет участие в банкете. Супруги были не против. Друзей они пока не нажили, а так хоть какая-то компания.

Постепенно, бокал за бокалом, парочка немного расслабилась. И тому были причины. Переезд можно официально считать завершенным. Квартира обоих вполне устраивала. Вещи разложены, продукты куплены.

Но главным фактором, конечно же, была работа. Именно первые деньги, заработанные в столице, давали паре ощущение, что они теперь живут здесь. Деньги стали маркером реальности. Подтверждением, что у них и правда получилось наконец начать собственную жизнь. Только вдвоем. Ну и пока с Сергеем в качестве дружелюбного соседа.

Периодически Вика выходила на перекур с Сергеем. Из-за алкоголя он выходил курить чаще, чем обычно. Олег почему-то компанию им составить не торопился. Так уж пошло с самого первого дня, что Сергей с Викой ходили только вдвоем. Собственно и сегодня Олег не вмешивался.

К тому же, ничего особенного на лестничной площадке не происходило. Совершенно бытовая болтовня. Обычно продолжение темы застолья.

Вика чаще молчала и слушала. Но сегодняшний вечер стал исключением. Чем дольше они сидели, тем пьянее она становилась. А так как все в жизни складывалось хорошо, то эффектом опьянения для нее стало безмерное счастье. Она глупо, мечтательно улыбалась и в любой фразе Сергея пыталась искать только плюсы.

А когда возвращались за стол, то крепко обнимала мужа, садясь рядом. Затем обхватывала его руку и так и сидела с ней в обнимку до следующего перекура. В общем, вела себя довольно любвеобильно.

Во время очередного перекура, когда уже село солнце, Вика решилась на разговор. Точнее, она и не заметила, что раньше смущалась говорить с Сергеем. Сейчас никаких барьеров она не чувствовала, а потому, когда ей стало интересно, как же так вышло, что мужчина живет один, она просто спросила.

— А что ж тут удивительного? — усмехнулся в ответ Сергей, затем затянулся и медленно выпустил клуб дыма в открытое окно.

— Ну как, вы мужчина-то вроде симпатичный.

— Правда? — перебил он Вику, и аж бровь одна поползла на верх. До того приятно это было услышать.

— Конечно. Да еще и с квартирой в центре. Значит и зарабатывать умеете. А жены нет.

— Не знаю, что тебе сказать. Были отношения, конечно же. Только рано или поздно все заканчивались. Сдается мне, характер тяжеловат.

— У них?

— У меня, у меня, хе-хе.

— Неужели ни одна не пробовала пробраться через эту ершистость?

— А мне откуда знать? У них надо спросить, чего пытались, а чего нет.

— А сами-то как? Did you love?

— Конечно. Как без этого. Я вообще человек влюбчивый. Так что ты смотри, не подмигивай лишнего, а то еще чего гляди. — улыбнулся Сергей.

Вика редко пила. Поэтому с алкоголем справляться не привыкла. Даже маленького намека на шутку хватило, чтобы она рассмеялась и чуть не упала. Сергею пришлось подхватить ее под руку.

— Спокойно, спокойно, ты чего? — Сергей подхватил ее за талию и прижал к себе.

Вика не сопротивлялась. С улыбкой глядя в окно, она позволила телу расслабиться, опираясь на мужчину.

— Так хорошо. — выдохнула она в открытое окно. — Хорошо, что мы переехали. И спасибо тебе за эту возможность.

— А я то причем?

— Таких цен на жилье уже нет, как будто. Так что вот за это спасибо.

Вика повернула голову и посмотрела на мужчину. На пару секунд оба замерли и смотрели друг другу в глаза. Момент складывался странноватый. Романтики не планировали ни он, ни она.

Пауза затянулась. В такие моменты парочки обычно начинают тянуться друг к другу губами, закрывая глазки. Но здесь был другой случай. И наконец поняв, как это выглядит, Сергей взял на себя ответственность за продолжение.

— Я докурил. Let's go. — он бросил в окно бычок и не выпуская талию, повел Вику в квартиру.

— Эх. Думала уж поцелуешь. — вдруг сказала Вика.

— Шутишь что ли? — спокойно спросил Сергей.

— Ага. — девушка рассмеялась пьяным смехом.

— Смотри, доиграешься. В другой раз возьму и поцелую.

— Олегу тогда придется долго объяснять. А скидка за квартиру будет?

— Тебе да, а ему нет. Если он конечно тоже не захочет близости. Тогда посмотрим.

Вика снова рассмеялась. Перед дверью Сергей выпустил ее из рук и они зашли как обычно. Вика снова уселась поближе к Олегу и даже крепко его поцеловала, чего тот совсем не ожидал и теперь выглядел смущенным.

До следующего перекура все было спокойно. Продолжили пить и болтать о жизни. Вике уже порядком хватало, так что налегать она не старалась.

Момент следующей вылазки пришел через пол часа. Вика сама предложила. Сказала, что на кухне ей жарковато. А Олега попросила немного прибрать стол.

Глядя на тлеющий кончик сигареты, Вика снова завела разговор.

— А как ты справляешь?

— Хм?

— Ну, в физическом плане. Вам вроде тяжело должно быть без женщины. — в конце она хи-хикнула.

— Какая ты любопытная сегодня. — с улыбкой покачал головой Сергей.

Но с ответом не торопился. Молча курил, пока Вике наконец не надоело ждать.

— Говори уже! Чего молчим?

— Надо прям сказать? — прищурившись спросил он. Вика кивнула. - OK. Но только на ушко, ладно?

Он поманил ее рукой. Вика приблизилась ушком, изнывая от любопытства. Сергей нежно убрал волосы ей за ушко и притянул ближе за шею. И когда уже практически касался губами мочки, тихо прошептал.

— Рано тебе еще знать такое.

— Дурак! — бросила в ответ расстроенная Вика.

А Сергей грузно смеялся. Из-за сигарет его смех отдавал хрипотцой. Вика тоже улыбалась. Обижаться на это всерьез она бы не смогла.

— Значит, так и не скажешь? — в последний раз она решила попытать удачу.

— Барышня, вы часом не помощь предлагаете?

— Еще чего-о-о! — нарочито протянула Вика. — Я это.. вдруг ты домой кого-то приведешь? Должна же я в курсе быть.

Вика стояла спиной к окну, оперевшись локтями на подоконник. И Олег вдруг залюбовался ей. Точенная фигурка в этом тусклом освещении выглядела еще привлекательнее. А женского тепла у него и правда давненько не было. Если б не алкоголь, то сдержался бы. And so.

Затянулся и шагнул к ней. Встал прямо напротив и резко приблизился чуть ли не вплотную. Деваться Вике было некуда. От неожиданности она втянула воздух и уставилась в глаза мужчине.

— Конечно, я бы тебя предупредил. — тихо сказал Сергей, выдыхая дым. Затем положил руку на талию и начал медленно опускать ее вниз, к попке. — Если б я женщину привел, а она вдруг с тобой столкнулась, то что?

— Что? — выдохнула Вика. Почему-то она чувствовала себя какой-то напряженной. Дышала совсем неглубоко но часто.

— Глянув на такую талию и во-о-т такую горячую попку… — Сергей вдруг сжал ягодицу.

— Ах! — вскрикнула от неожиданности Вика.

— Она бы развернулась и ушла. А я бы расстроенный остался. — он еще раз затянулся. — С ней-то уже не выйдет. А с тобой-то ведь тоже не могу?

— Не можешь? — зачем-то повторила за ним Вика.

— Я докурил, пойдем.

Сергей отстранился от Вики также неожиданно, как и прижался. И уже доходя до квартиры, вдруг обернулся и спросил.

— Это все шутки, понятное дело. Ты не обиделась? А то я, бывает, палку могу перегнуть. Ты говори, если что.

— Нет, нет.. Все в порядке. — выдавила улыбку Вика. Хотя ощущала себя странно. Попка горела огнем после его крепкого сжатия.

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