The love of a bandit or an affair with a Gypsy - страница 3

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A few months passed, Natasha finally stopped appearing in her home. Valya learned from Nina that it was unpleasant for Natasha to face Vadim. Fortunately, Vadim did not know Ilya's address, so Natasha began to invite her mother and Nina to her new home.

And then a terrible thing happened…


Chapter 3

Valya was returning from her regular workout. Nothing foreshadowed trouble. The air was fresh and clean.

"It's my birthday very soon," Valya muttered to herself without much enthusiasm.

Twenty years… she was afraid and waited for this date. She really wanted to make sure that life would be different, that something would change for the better, that this was the threshold, the threshold of an adult and happy life, on which she was already standing with almost one foot. And I was afraid, because somewhere deep down she was sure everything would be the same. She lives with her parents in a one-room apartment in Marino district, interrupts casual earnings, studies philology (Karl, philology, well, who in the twenty-first century goes to study to be a teacher, this is a rhetorical question) and in her personal life she has a complete failure. Well, as a failure, it simply does not exist. She's a fool, waiting for at least someone normal to prove to everyone that she's not an old maid.

– In twenty years everything will change! Valya promised herself firmly and stepped out of the elevator into the dark stairwell of the floor.

– The light bulb burned out again – Valya only had time to think when she realized that there was someone on the steps near her apartment.

If she hadn't been breathless with fear, she would have screamed at the whole house. But terror seized her throat with sticky tentacles, all she could do was roll her eyes and freeze in place to get used to the darkness. The elevator left a long time ago, judging by the sound to the tenth floor and there far away, in a parallel universe, it took away the happy residents of the house with a serviceable light bulb on the floor. And here, on the fourth floor, a girl was dying of fear, having never met the man of her dreams.

– Valyusha, don't be afraid, it's Nina, – Valentina heard a familiar voice with notes of hysteria. It can be seen Nina has been crying for a long time, and now she just howls and stutters from crying tears and nerves.