– And why aren't you twenty, – Ilya thought, and added aloud:
– Baby, I'm going to find a CD and bring something to chew and drink.
Nina was so happy that she forgot two of the most important things before going to visit a stranger. But Ilya has been a close friend lately, you will say, and you will be right.
Yes, even if Nina remembered two golden rules of behavior in an unfamiliar apartment:
(1. Warn anyone mom, sister, girlfriend, neighbor, but so that at least one living soul knows who you are with. 2. To name the address of the stay.), then she wouldn't have done it anyway. She was too carried away by Ilya, the adventure, the upcoming premiere for her, Nina Konstantinovna Zotova, will be a screening of a film that has just been released on the screens of Europe and America.
In the early noughties, cell phones were gaining popularity exponentially. Therefore, in 2004, even the modest Zotov family had a fairly large but reliable Nokia 3310. And if Nina had not ridden a sea horse through a dubious "lair", but sent her mother or sister an SMS with the address, then many terrible events could have been avoided.
If common sense had risen, he would have asked stupidity where Ilya went to look for the disc if all the television equipment consisting of a poor silver Funai and a video recorder for him was here, near the bed of love. There was no smell of a disk drive anywhere, but we'll omit it.
Common sense was dead and there was no one to ask questions.
Nina settled down with her feet on a clean sheet, the couch creaked with exhaustion. The girl was afraid to stretch her legs back, thinking that she had broken a rarity. One side of the couch was leaning against the wall, on which hung a large brown and burgundy carpet that reached from the door of the room to the window itself. Nina tried to lean on him, but when she touched him, she disturbed such a cloud of dust that she coughed.
Ilya returned to the room in strange dirty shorts and with a bare torso. The ninth-grader has not seen her god in such an outfit yet. But he was still good. The first impressions of the entrance and smell have passed. Sitting on the sofa, Nina watched with a sinking heart as Ilya approached her with a tray.
There was a bottle of open Soviet champagne on the tray (although there was no sound of the bottle being opened, but would Nina have paid attention to it?), two pot-bellied glasses made of dark, colored glass filled to the brim with sparkling drink, three quarters of an apple with bones lay in a plate forlornly, the fourth was chewed by Ilya.