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said cheerfully.

      – What, in this too?

      Pavel stared at Lena with surprised eyes. She said nothing – just smiled.

      Approaching a long white fence, beyond which there was the residence, Lena took off her shoes, threw one of them over the fence, then the second one.

      – Follow me! – She commanded. Pavel shook his head, but obeyed.

      The guard was interested in flown items, so they climbed through a secret passage and entered the territory of the residence. They found themselves in front of a huge oak tree in the park – and stood there with their legs apart and their hands behind the back.

      – Elena Mikhailovna! – Chief of the guard was screaming at her, surrounded by his subordinates. – There, there is a door! And above it, there is a doorbell!

      – Boys, –she began playfully, turning to them. – Pavel and I were walking past the residence. I was in a good mood. There was nobody in the street, and I allowed myself a weakness – tossed up a shoe, and it accidentally flew over the fence. So I decided to climb in, but I would not climb in one shoe, like a fool. That’s why I threw the second one.

      – Kostya! – Chief of the guard shouted to his subordinate, who stood at a distance. – Come here, you should hear this.

      The young man approached.

      – That’s what I love you for, Elena Mikhailovna. Every time you penetrate here you come up with a new explanation, and you have never repeated yourself in your explanations!

      – I thought Cheburashka was not alone, – Lena explained guiltily.

      Chief of the guard sighed and said:

      – Victoria Eduardovna is absent. She will not return soon.

      – Your hand, Pavel, – Elena approached Pavel. He silently handed her an elbow. She took Pavel’s arm and, watched by the six guards, they went to the two-story house at the end of the square. Other guards opened the door for them. Pavel

      and Lena entered the house and mounted the stairs to the second floor. There, at the door, they stopped.

      – Pasha, I can’t face him!

      She became worried, as a person worries before an important conversation in life.

      – Well, come on! We got through such things here! – Pavel became indignant.

      She hesitated.

      – Listen. You start first: introduce yourself and so on, and I… I’ll hide here and then I’ll go out from behind a corner.

      – Well, what… – Pavel rebelled. But seeing how hard it all was for her, he gave in. Meanwhile, someone was going to the door and, seeing a familiar silhouette, Elena hid around the corner.

      – Hello, Anatoliy Mikhailovich.

      – Hello, Pavel Nikolayevich.

      – Do you know my name?

      Pavel did not expect it. Inside, he realized that there was a guard and other informants, but he was pleased that a person of such high rank called him by name.

      – But you did not come alone, – the owner of the house began delicately.

      – No. She said to tell you that she sees your relationship differently, that they should be built on a different basis, on the basis of mutual understanding.

      – I just feel as if at a meeting. Where is she? Is she alive?

      – Yes, yes, everything is fine. She asked me to tell you that…

      – That you are an asshole! That’s what I wanted to tell you, – she came from behind a cover, placing hands on the belt.

      – Pasha, go take a walk!

      Pavel went one stairwell down and out into the street.

      – Come in, – Anatoliy Mikhailovich suggested to Elena.

      She entered and remained standing at the door.

      – Tolya, listen to me, do not interrupt, I have to go… I have a lot to say to you.

      – I read that you were dead, almost went crazy.

      She paused. He kept silence, too, looking at her, afraid to touch, to get closer.

      – You know, I dream that you will live in a huge mansion in a village. When someone calls at the door, you will appear in your chestnut gown, busily tightening the belt, and ask: “What do you want?” And I will live with you, we will have many children, and the oldest one, Misha, will look after everything… It will be my best role. Thank you for everything that I have experienced… Yes, – she changed the tone.

      – They searched for my diary at Sergey’s. Elections are soon, and then…

      – Yes, I know what’s then. We are already engaged in it.

      – You can abandon your search, here it is.

      She handed him a small book.

      – I will not keep anything anymore. Let it remain with you. As a souvenir.

      She went out and closed the door quietly.

      – Did it become easier?

      Pavel waited for Lena in the car. She drooped even more and stared out the window. He did not wait for an answer and started the car.

      – I will never return here. There will be nothing more… Let’s go, – she whispered in a sad tone.

      – Where to?

      – There is one trash – Alexander Pletnyov.

      Pavel looked at her with surprise. “So, a real asshole”.

      – Drank so much blood from me. There is such a colleague of yours. I just do not know where he lives.

      – I know, – Pavel said.

      – What, seriously? – Elena raised an eyebrow in surprise.

      – We work together.

      – So, that is your rag?! – She said at an elevated tone.

      – Not mine, – he tried to pacify her edifyingly.

      – I’m sorry, Pasha.

      – Then to his home. You know, all these publications are not painless. Sergey rolled such scenes that… And how can I explain him? He sees what is written, there is a harmless photo enclosed, but you can turn upside down everything. And Misha heard it all. And for a child’s mind it’s very dangerous. Very!

      – And what do you want?

      – I want to stuff his face. Just so. I’ve never done it before, but I’ll try. I think I will succeed.

      – What is an action plan?

      – We’ll see.

      Circumstances were such that Pavel hid near Pletnyov’s door, and Elena called the door, pulled a strap of her dress and ruffled her hair. A lavender fitting dress, luxurious thighs in flesh-colored stockings, high heels… Pavel could imagine what picture Pletnyov will see. Her eyes changed. It seemed to him that she begins to play a role. A victim? A prostitute? A sexual stranger ringing the doorbell? Pavel did not know yet. But he could argue that it was not Elena Yarskaya near him, but a completely different woman.

      – Who’s there? – Pletnyov opened the door without looking. – You? – He stood in the doorway, staring at Elena’s charms.

      – You always wanted me, right? – She said, pulling a button on his shirt.

      – You?! But you are dead. I saw it in the Internet! – He backed away.

      – Well, come on, while I’m still warm.

      – Well, that’s enough!

      She entered the apartment and closed the door. He leaned against

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