He shaked my hand without any visible desire.
– Sergei Mitrophanovich. Violist.
– Nice to meet you.
Sergei Mitrophanovich's lip twitched.
We didn't have time to finish the conversation; someone rang at the door. That someone was very dedicated and wanted to get to us bad.
Sergei Mitrophanovich unlocked the door. The creature entered the hallway, and it wasn't less elegant.
A rich short fur coat, pearls in ears and on neck, vivid makeup. Pale ginger hair in a bun. An evening dress can be seen from underneath the furry ones who died and left their heritage.
– He-ello, – she took her time with her vowels. – What are you do-oing here? – She looked all over me, hungry for knowledge. – Whose co-oat is this? Yours? – She pulled my wardrobe item by its fabric.
I wanted to destroy her. I wanted to show her that lacking big sums doesn't mean lacking dignity.
Sasha rushed from the kitchen.
– And who-o are you, what's your name?
– Alexander. I study together with Sasha.
– Alexa-ander, – she smudged my name wistfully. – Ali-isa Sergeievna. – She didn't even hand out her skinny arm in a leather glove. I felt like she was ready to spit on me. – Please, get o-out with your sque-eaker. Alexandra Sergeievna needs to stu-udy.
My arm twitched abruptly, my throat closed. I said something inarticulate, not wanting it.
Suddenly Sasha, who stood behind me all that time, grabbed my arm with hers.
– Yes, I will. Just let me take my "squeaker."
Alisa Sergeievna opened her mouth and moved. Sergei Mitrophanovich sighed.
When I walked out of the building, it seemed to me I heard a cheerful voice. It was true.
– Alexander Pavlovich!
I lifted my head.
– Sasha! – She wiggled her legs that were hanging out of the metal balcony cage.
– Don't sit in the cold for too long.
– Don't worry. Catch!
I put the case on the ground and barely had time to catch a bottle of something.
– It's a gift for your patience.
– Who was that grumpy lady? Your father's friend?
– That's my mom.
I got silent.
– You're going to have fun tonight. Hope you like it. My phone number is there – you can call me when you need me.
I saw Alisa Sergeievna talk to Sasha about something. I smiled and headed home.
At home I stuffed my face with my mom, by food and her favorite which we drank together. I hope Sasha won't mind if she finds out I shared her gift with someone else.