They went into a corner apartment with a door lined with red dermantine.

– Please go to the bachelor's lair! Ilya optimistically turned on the light and Nina immediately saw two cockroaches that disappeared somewhere in the direction of the kitchen.

The poor one-room was so cramped that Nina already saw the window of the room on the left from the corridor, and the kitchen window on the right. In the middle of this creation of human insanity called "housing", the island "toilet \ bathroom" stood proudly, which divided the kennel into sleep and devour. The furniture was very poor from the distant fifties: a sideboard on thin legs with a rectangular door in the middle, which became a table for no clear reason, and at the top there were two glasses that moved apart towards each other, and if it was necessary to get a service or documents, then he grabbed one glass with his fingers and gently "pushed" it towards his friend. At the same time, the whole service rattled, the glasses rattled, and on the porcelain cockerel, in which most men hid vodka so that their wife would not guess, the lid threatened to break. Two chairs with thin legs were pushed to such an extent that it seemed that if you sat in them, you would need all the physical form to get back up. And the crown of the furniture was a huge couch in the middle of the hall, thoughtfully covered with a clean sheet. The sheet smelled fresh and Nina realized that it was the only thing she liked in this house. Nina sat down right on the sheet, but not because she wanted to make love, but because it was the only pleasant and clean place in the apartment.

Ilya, obviously unaware of Nina's true intentions, visibly winced.

– Baby, wait, take your time, but what about your jailer?

Nina shuddered:

– What jailer, Ilyusha?

– Well, Harry Potter.

– Yes! Nina jumped up and clapped her hands.

What kind of stupid kid are you, Ilya thought with bitterness and resentment, and added under his breath:

– Really, very beautiful …

– What, Ilyusha? I didn't hear, Nina took off her denim jacket and hung it on the back of the chair.

She was beautiful in a dark school skirt and a light shirt, loose hair beautifully framed her face, wide and thick eyebrows added depth and expressiveness to her bright huge eyes.

– 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.