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not tell me there are different towers.

      “We’re talking about your tower, Rimma.”

      There was a strange sound behind the door. The girls looked at each other. The light went out in the apartment. The entrance door opened. They pulled themselves into huge armchairs in which they sat. There was an uneven creaking shoe.

      Creak. Knock. Creak. Knock.

      Girlfriends froze. The light flashed. Before them stood a youthful man with a piercing gaze of black eyes.

      “Girls, you have one wish for two.” I have only one desire. We have one wish for the three, “said the man in an icy voice, as if he were a robot.

      – What do you want from us? – Rima said in a trembling voice.

      – you.

      – What are you, cannibal? – Olga asked in a hoarse voice.

      “Your solitaire doesn’t work. I want you together and on this rookery, – and he pointed to the sofa, which was from one set of upholstered furniture with giant armchairs. So the sofa was huge.

      – Without wine, to dry? – Rimma asked.

      – You can with liquor.

      “I have no liquor,” Rimma replied.

      – What are you asking? Get undressed! – Suddenly a man shouted loudly.

      – We are not lesbians! – Olga objected.

      “And I’m not a Yankee,” he said with her intonation in her voice.

      “If the Yankees were there, they would not have been a gift to the girls,” Olga replied. – I would find women on a dachshund from a hundred and above.

      – And I need you above the knees. Talkers in the ranks! – the man flared up, his eyes turned evil.

      The girls to the wandering striptease were not ready. They began to pull off their clothes.

      – Stop it! The man growled, shaking his long hair.

      – What to stop? – Chorused girlfriends.

      – Stop taking off your clothes!

      “My arm is broken in my wrist,” Rimma sighed.

      – Great, I need you! My leg is broken. Your arm is broken. We will be a great couple.

      – I can leave? – Olga squeaked in a strange voice.

      – And you will break if you leave! Said the lame instructively. – Both quickly sat down! I said both!

      “I can’t sit down,” Olga said. – I have narrow pants. I got stout.

      – Take off your pants, squat without them.

      Olga pulled off her pants. There was a triangle with ribbon in the girl. She crouched down.

      “Ugh, naked girl,” said the man reproachfully. – You’re all out! Okay, crouch. Squat, I told you! – screamed lame, sitting down in a chair.

      – What is this, warm up? – asked Rimma.

      – I did not say anything about love.

      – And who wanted us on the couch? – Olga asked wearily, squatting for the twentieth time. – Better on the couch…

      – Lie down on the sofa. Both lie on the sofa!

      The girls lay down next to the sofa: one in shorts, the second in shorts.

      Creak. Knock. Creak. Knock.

      The man left the room. The girls got up. Olga began to pull on her pants.

      Creak. Knock. Creak. Knock.

      – Why don’t you press the press? The lame man asked.

      – There was no order, Mr. Colonel! – Olga said smartly.

      – I’m not a colonel. I am a retired boatswain.

      – What, and no one to order? – Olga asked pitifully.

      – Be silent!

      – What a voice…

      – Speakers in the ranks…

      – Why are we needed? – asked Rimma. – Let me lay the table, feed you.

      – Cover! – shouted lame.

      Rimma quickly went to the kitchen.

      Olga could not fasten the pants, they were too narrow.

      “What an awkward girl you are,” the man said warmly.

      – Insult, Mr. boatswain.

      – Believe it, no…

      – I believe, Mr. Admiral!

      – Where have enough! And it sounds beautiful, they have not called me that yet.

      – And how many girls do you have per month?

      – None.

      – More in detail! You invade the apartment to the girl, do not rob her, do not rape her. Why is it for you? – Olga was surprised.

      – I see which girls are different. Here are two of you, and how different you are!

      – I’m better.

      – You’re miserable.

      – And why is that?

      – The second girl went to cook, and you danced for five minutes, trying to fasten all the pants.

      – You didn’t like me?

      “I don’t need you.”

      – Excuse me, but what about your foot?

      – So, a stray bullet.

      – Why is the foot not bending? Isn’t she there? Do you have a denture?

      – What is stuck? I will not say.

      – Show me, I’m a doctor. An orthopedist, by the way.

      – It would have said so. So you didn’t want to treat me? Can’t you remember me?

      – I do not remember you, I have a lot of patients.

      “I tracked you for a long time.” When I saw you, I decided that you could help me with my leg.

      “They would have come to the hospital or to my house, or they would have dragged themselves to a friend.”

      – You’re like a doctor. I saw you before, I wanted to take a fright.

      – You succeeded. Not ashamed?

      – Do not be ashamed of me, look at your leg.

      Lame looked at Olga and began to unbutton his pants. Olga tensed, she saw a lot of legs on the beach, but this man caused her mixed feelings. Pants fell to the floor. One leg was normal, hairy. The second leg ended in a mechanical prosthesis. Olga fainted.

      Creak. Knock. Creak. Knock.

      He hobbled lame in the kitchen.

      Rimma looked at a man without pants and fell along with a plate, in her eyes swam.

      They woke up the girls. We looked at each other. Men were not around. The creaking was not heard. They got up and tiptoed around the apartment. Is empty. The door to the apartment is closed. In the kitchen everything was clean, the dishes were washed, the pots were empty. Rimma decided to check the wallet in the bag. The wallet was empty. Rimma went to the safe in the closet. The fashionable safe gaped with the emptiness of its opened mouth.

      “Here is a knock – a creak,” Rimma said in the hearts.

      – Gaining. Alive and good. Rimma, I will not go from one of your doorsteps, walk to the road.

      – Persuaded,

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