20 Beach

“Aaaah!!! Uncle Nazar, that hurts!” Soli squealed while I, armed with YouTube, combs, and hair ties, was trying to build a beautiful braided plait on her head.

And why is that? Right! To make an even stronger impression on a certain brunette and get her to like me faster! I know women love all those little things and gestures of attention. So I want to prove that I’m a top-notch dad who knows how to braid girls’ hair! And let the test subjects endure it! After all, I didn’t buy her just one doll, but a whole… two!

“Beauty requires sacrifice, kid! Haven’t you heard that?” I say, biting my lip while trying to figure out where the hell to stick the next strand.

“I’m going to end up bald and Matvey will laugh at me!” the younger blue-eyed girl pouted, and I froze on the spot.

“Who the hell is Matvey?” The last thing I need is to get chewed out by Kirill because some boy is hitting on Soli and I don’t even know about it.

“There’s one in our kindergarten,” the kid grumbled. “He’s nasty, always making faces and teasing. Nobody wants to be friends with him because he’s a disgusting stinky brat!”

“And does your dad know about him?” I probe carefully.

“He knows, Mom told him,” my niece admits while playing with a doll and groaning from my manipulations, and I immediately feel relieved. If Dad knows, then I won’t get blamed.

“Uncle Nazar, maybe we shouldn’t go anywhere?” Egor whined miserably, making the saddest face in the world. “You bought us a console and we never play it! We won’t have time to play enough because our parents will come back soon!”

“They’ll only come back in ten days! Don’t dramatize it!”

“Exactly! Only ten days left!” the kid theatrically collapsed onto the couch, spreading his arms helplessly.

“Where’s Andry?”

“Playing the Sony.”

“Then why aren’t you playing with him?”

“I came to whine to you! Maybe your conscience will wake up!”

That blunt audacity made me actually turn toward the source of all this overflowing suffering.

“Get out of here!” I bark at the little bastard. “Calling on my conscience… you picked the wrong guy! Be grateful you can play it at all! Tomorrow we’ll be home all day, so you’ll catch up then! Damn whiners!”

“Aaaah!!!” Soli howled, and we finally finished that braid. It actually turned out pretty good! I mean, I did it!

After gathering all the necessary beach stuff and the kids, we head to my car. For the first time in my life I’m faced with the fact that just to sit on some beach for a couple of hours, we practically have to load the entire car with things!

I could’ve managed with just one damn towel, but with kids that’s impossible! Towels, flip-flops, caps, swim rings, umbrellas, buckets, water guns, sunscreen, insect sprays, sunburn stuff, wound sprays, spare swim trunks and swimsuits, clothes, food, water, and a bunch of other crap!

What a pain in the ass! If I’d known, I would’ve suggested going to the movies!

However, all my suffering and hassle instantly faded the moment I saw Ann on the beach. She was there with her kid and already in a swimsuit.

Damn! I should’ve suggested the damn movie after all!

Ann was wearing a swimsuit… how should I put it gently… basically just strings and little curtains! I definitely liked it, but! Not only did her simply perfect body with its incredible, firm, juicy, rounded curves and that outfit wake things up in my swim trunks, but it also started pissing me off like hell how other men began staring at my girl!