- What's in the backpack? - Misha asked me when I put him next to me on a chair.
- My belongings.
- All that is gained by excessive labor? A headset, three cigarette cases?
- Oh, yes, like that, man. Moved out of the Lina.
- For a long time? - asked Misha without surprise.
- Three days until the maximum. I have clean cowards until Saturday.
- Understandably. What is it this time?
- Yes, I don’t remember. Word for word.
- The prevailing percentage of quarrels occur for no good reason. Although I believe - Misha told me, scratching his luxurious black beard - That if you swear for no reason and just like that, then most likely you are just tired of each other.
- And how to relax?
- No way. If you rest, then forever.
- I hope three days are enough for us. and do you meet, by the way, with that of your Nastya?
- With Anastasia? No, we parted a long time ago.
- Why?
- Did not agree on the poles.
- It happens. Is there any new girl in mind? you're a bartender, dozens of them pass by you every day. Remember, you were all trying in your youth to find a dream girl, suddenly she is now sitting at one of these tables.
- You know, - Misha said softly and looked around the bar - as it turned out, looking for a dream girl is much more fun and interesting than finding her in the end.
Later I ordered food, another drink, and we just sat and chatted about all kinds of garbage. Misha drank a little with me, and we did not notice how half an hour was left before closing. There were few customers in the bar, and nobody bothered us. In this regard, it is very cool to be friends with bartenders, because in the adult world, when you are lonely and want to meet with someone, have a drink, talk, as a rule, everyone is busy. Work, affairs, girls, wives, children - the list of classes, which is more important than a sudden meeting with a bro, is endless, and that’s sad. And you can come to a bartender friend at almost any moment, and now you are not so alone. Plus, with any luck, there may be discounts.
I took out the phone and realized that Lina had not written to me once in the evening. "Okay, I will play silence too!" - I thought and helped Misha close the bar. He offered to spend the night at his place.
I spent two days with Misha. We drank a little, got a little kick from some bullshit on YouTube, played a little prefix a bit. during breaks, I worked. Nothing was heard from the Lina all this time. Except for a strange photo on Instagram, where in the twilight her barely perceptible silhouette froze in a pose of neat desire, she did not differ in any activity. On the third day, I decided that everything had probably calmed down, we had to take the first step and return home. With dirty panties and socks to the edge.
I went up to our 7th floor, remembering how many times we were on it, as if in heaven 7 from happiness. How many OUR evenings were perfect, full of love, warmth. I remembered how one day on a long winter weekend we didn’t feel like leaving home, and on Friday evening we ordered three huge pizzas and a pie for the stock in "Dostoevsky". Then we ate them until Sunday and, without getting out of bed, watched TV shows. and snow fell outside the window in huge flakes, and it was somewhere minus 80.
Now minus 80 was between us. I turned the key in the keyhole and thought about how to melt these damn ice.
The door opened and a bright light from the kitchen made me blink a little. shoe boxes were scattered on the floor, a song about a panda was heard from the room, about the fact that we were running with you as if from a cheetah. It seemed strange to me and a little alarming because the song didn’t seem to like the song. And what kind of mess in the hallway? Did she decide to move out and collect things? Then it has not yet settled down.
- Lina!
I shouted excitedly from the hallway, taking off my sneakers. But the music played too loudly and she did not hear me. Then I went into the room and saw how among the things scattered on the bed, and a heap of boxes on the floor, an unfamiliar blonde girl was dancing. She had her back to me, and her long blond hair swayed to the song from side to side like some kind of pendulum. She was wearing short gray cotton shorts and a white T-shirt that casually fell from her shoulders. She twisted her hips in the dance and laid on dresses and sweaters at ease on the hangers, and I, not understanding what was happening at all, looked at this as if in a daze and could not utter a word.