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Two months later.

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Ella, don't go crazy! Lily exclaimed in a rage.

- Why not? - The friend was determined and was not going to give up her idea.

- Because…

- What? Elya gave the girl a long look. “Don't say you're afraid.

- Decided to take it weakly? Lily asked with a smile. “Places that Khvostova visits should a priori be avoided,” she tried to explain common truths. “Where are you going with the main slut of the faculty?”

— To the bar. And don't be such a hypocrite, people love to gossip and exaggerate.

Rokotova pulled up her legs and, bending them under her, settled herself more comfortably on the sofa. Lily, on the other hand, took her place at the table and finished the next order, quickly moving the pen over the tablet.

In her case, the fame is well deserved. Elle, trust me, it won't end well.

“I didn’t think that you would turn into my mother, or rather, uncle,” Rokotova snorted, not forgetting to flip through the event feed on her phone.

“Did you forget that only a couple of weeks ago they started letting you go to me?! Lily stated.

At first, the total control of Lily's friend was perceived as medieval savagery. Elya did not go to student gatherings, regardless of whether they were during the day or in the evening. But behind the round-the-clock guardianship was a terrible family story about the death of his father. A sense of tact did not allow Lily to arrange an interrogation, although curiosity tormented her. She collected information about what had happened from scraps of phrases, and what she heard seemed absurd. From the TV screen, such news seems to be something fictional, or so far away that it is impossible to imagine how this will happen to you or your loved ones.

And now Elka, in all seriousness, was going to visit the local bike club.

Lily put down her pen and stared at her friend without blinking.

- Rokotova, I understand that you, like a princess in a tower, languished for several years under the yoke of maternal care. You had to experience incomparable hardships in the form of a lack of student parties. Where, take my word for it, you can get nothing but alcohol poisoning and slurred sex with someone. But go with Khvostova to the South Wind! Yes, those rumors that walk about this place ...

“That’s right, tales. Look. - The girl slid off the sofa and a second later she handed her friend the phone, flipping through the photo screen with her finger. - A normal institution, they even have their own website. Live music on weekends.

- Oh, I can imagine ... - Lilya sang a tune that she knew thanks to a neighbor downstairs - an amateur in the summer to put speakers at an open window and enlighten the district about the difficulties of prison life all day.

What "central"?

- None, forget it. - Lilya once again marveled at how Elya was cut off from the life of mere mortals - the average inhabitants of our Mother Russia.

There were almost legends about her family. Not about the family itself, but about their welfare. And among many students, Rokotova gained the reputation of an arrogant, spoiled fifa who does not want to stoop to communicate with the servants.

Somehow, Elya honestly admitted to her friend that her relatives were not enthusiastic about the prospect of their communication. But Lily understood that it was not about her personally, but that she was an outsider. And any stranger would have caused a similar reaction.

I don't know what kind of "central" this is. But on Saturday, a well-known group will perform, and I heard a couple of their songs. Lil, please, please! Go together. They won't even let me out of the house without you. - Elya made a plaintive face and diligently earned her cilia.

“Yeah, they overexposed you at home. What normal people went through in adolescence, you are trying to make up now.

“But it's not my fault. - And again a plaintive muzzle. - Mitya will bring me. Let's say that we will do a coursework or a report. Let's do something. He will not sit under your entrance for three hours and will definitely decide to visit some sweetheart. Rokotova snorted contemptuously and wrinkled her forehead. - Again the whole car stinks of sweet perfume.

Watching her friend's emotions, Lily almost burst out laughing.

- Elka, Elka ... If you wrinkle your nose from the perfume of your brother's girlfriend, is it worth going to the club? I can say with 100% certainty that the aroma there will be far from candy. Maybe I'll take you to the local puke shop? It's not far, three houses away. And this counts as a wild adventure among hairy and sweaty men?

- Not! You do not understand! Elya groaned in annoyance. “I have been kept in a cage all my life, in sterile conditions. I never had friends outside of our family. Up to this point,” she instantly recovered. - I didn’t walk alone on the street, I didn’t run away on dates. You see that they escort me to the door of your apartment and take me away, not even allowing me to go down alone in the entrance.

Scrolling through the photo of the bar again, Lilya looked at her friend.

“Perhaps there are reasons for this?” Elle, you now resemble a pimply teenager who complains about his plight, sitting on a leather sofa and lazily fiddling with the latest model phone in his hands.

“I didn’t have any hardships,” my friend grumbled in a completely childish and offended way. — I just want to feel the drive, to do something forbidden!

- Do you want me to pour vodka or give you a smoke? Father always has supplies. Lily handed the phone back to the hostess.

- I do not want…

- Okay. The girl exhaled loudly. I agree, but on one condition. We'll leave right away if I don't like anything.

“I agree,” Rokotova shook her head vigorously.

“And we’re going without Khvostova!” It was not enough to appear at the bar in her company.

- Yes, she, frankly, did not invite me. It was I who accidentally overheard her bragging about her new boyfriend to the girls yesterday.

- Let me guess. Is her boyfriend a biker hanging out at that club?

"Yeah," Elya confirmed.

Lily laughed out loud.

Girls are such girls. Regardless of social status, they fantasize about a big hairy and muscular macho, ”she said and laughed even louder, realizing that she wanted the same. - Who in their right mind will refuse the strong, so that a slanting sazhen in the shoulders and fists - in! Handsome as hell, preferably rich, generous, smart - we don't need fools - with a sense of humor, and to feel completely safe behind his back?! That's right, no one! She chuckled at her wild imagination. - A mythical creature turned out: the probability of meeting a unicorn is much higher than a man with all of the above qualities.