– Happy birthday to me, Andrey Petrovich-the man summed up all the scrolled thoughts and as a toast raised a glass for himself as at a Requiem, without clinking with reflection in glass.
The apartment phone rang, which Andrew flinching slightly, spilled wine on his shirt. Friends he had no, girlfriends all the more. For several years his home phone was silent on the day of birth, and so, only at work sometimes woke up. And here. Evening, almost already night, phone call.
– Weird? he thought and hurried to the phone. Even more, he was surprised by a pleasant female voice in the speaker of the phone that said:
– Hello. Where are you?
I'm home now, slightly taken aback, said Andrew.
What the hell?
– In terms of?
– In terms of? I've been waiting an hour. Sitting here like a fool and you… you…
The girl hung up. There were short beeps.
You should have seen Andrew's face. It expressed not that amusing confusion, not that anger, in a word, confusion with mimic admixtures of the madman.
– Somehow I felt like a bastard for a moment, – he said to himself and hung up – is that all just happen?
The phone rang again!
Andrew stared at him sarcastically.
Take it? he thought, looking forward to hear about the same thing.
Taken.
– Do you even have a conscience? – that voice sounded again.
– Well, up to this point it was assumed that it is available in any number – said Andrew, already realizing that she stupidly got the wrong number.
– How much do you have in there? Andrew! – struck by the ear men called his name, I do not understand, I wait for you at all, or not?
"Wait," a misunderstanding of the said Andrew.
– I wait ten more minutes and then I leave. Forever! – said the girl and hung up.
– A strange citizen-thought the man. – My name. Where is she?