Mission 777 Possible. Marina Sprouz

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СКАЧАТЬ and I listened to her intently.

      “I am a member of the association of psychologists. And now I consult online; I moved away, but my clients still need support.” Marianna looked at the stranger with interest: that’s why she was always on her phone, probably writing to her clients. The woman and Marianna walked along a flower-lined path, passing by a table where an Arab was sorting out rental beach towels. I realized that evening was approaching, and people were leaving the beach.

      Marianna and the stranger passed by the pool.

      Marianna tried to ask about her own, pressing issue:

      “I don’t understand why things are like this with my husband… maybe he’s just sick, or he had a childhood trauma… and things aren’t quite smooth in sex.”

      “Many people find lovers here and live wonderfully,” the stranger continued.

      “How so?” – asked Marianna.

      “One of my patients, a friend, has a regular lover in Egypt, while her husband is a very wealthy man; she comes here and is quite happy; she compensates for what she lacks in marriage. Of course, her husband knows nothing.”

      Is it really like that… (thought Marianna).

      The stranger finally introduced herself: “Lucia” and, for some reason, also gave her surname – “Lyashinskaya,” laughing and saying, “If you don’t remember, better write it down.” An unusual name, noted Marianna – Lucia.

      “I practice transactional analysis,” Lucia mentioned in the conversation.

      “What’s that?”

      “Well, it’s the whole life of a person, from birth to death, the events are interconnected.”

      Wow… I would like that too… from the very embryo, and Marianna imagined a person still in the womb, growing up, growing up… I would also like to understand (thought Marianna).

      This was not the last meeting with Lucia.

      In the evening, Marianna saw her again, and they ended up at the same table.

      Evening. A table in a restaurant in Sharm El Sheikh. Lucia is sitting opposite Marianna. There are coffee cups on the table. The festive evening began, drinks were being served, the tables were filling up, and a show with dancing and music was starting on the stage.

      “And how did your husband let you go alone?” asked Lucia.

      “So what…” Marianna shrugged.

      “Lucia, tell me… you’re a psychologist, if someone sends me emojis, they probably feel something for me.”

      “Show me…”

      Marianna showed the emojis from Alex on Viber:

      “Or maybe he doesn’t care at all that I left.”

      Lucia smirked:

      “He’s just teasing you, laughing at you; send him how you’re spending your time.”

      “Here,” she turned and nodded towards a passing Arab with a cocktail in hand, “take a picture of him and send it.”

      Marianna looked at the very dark-skinned Arab and smiled.

      For some reason, Lucia began to laugh, looking at her phone, then burst into an indecent fit of giggles without stopping:

      “Oh, I can’t…,” she continued to laugh and look at her phone.

      Who is she laughing at? Marianna thought – can she see everything, read my chat with Alex, and is she reading my thoughts, and am I really ridiculous?

      “Yes… and this lover of yours… you can just go to him and take control, you need to take what you want.”

      “How is that? What will he think…”

      – I have an acquaintance, – continues Lucia, – she has five apartments just in Kyiv, a decent amount of money in her account, and no limits. If she likes someone, she just goes in and takes him.

      Marianna imagined this scene in her head: a girl bursts through a door, a handsome guy is sitting on a chair in the room; the girl unzips her fly and sits on him; the guy just looks surprised and submissive. I can’t do that, I have complexes and no apartments in Kyiv. Yes, if you’re rich, then everything else seems trivial, no, more than that: you have the courage to subordinate others, not to be afraid.

      – You are also here alone… like me, – Marianna.

      – My husband wanted to go skiing, but I wanted to swim and sunbathe. So he went north, I went south, and we’ll meet at home later.

      – Aren’t you jealous… I mean, he could find someone there…

      Lucia smiles: – If he wants, he can even buy a woman, he is a wealthy man.

      Marianna nodded understandingly. Logical… these are open relationships, no one is tied to anyone. There are people who live completely different lives, they are “different”; they spend their time differently and maybe look down on others, because they have a different life, they live differently…

      – I like it here: I get up at five in the morning and go swimming, – said Lucia, – This morning I saw such a huge fish, it swam right next to me, can you imagine… In the morning, when no one is around, there are exotic fish, they are not scared by anyone.

      – The sea is cold in the morning, – Marianna.

      – You’ll find out yourself… when you go, – smiles Lucia: – The sea is warm.

      Why would I go to the beach at five in the morning… never in my life…

      Then Lucia brought drinks, and it seemed Marianna started to get tipsy. It became insanely fun, Marianna now saw only dancing people and heard cheerful music. Marianna remembered going to the dance floor with those people.

      I think I’m getting drunk… There were still flashes of consciousness… I barely drank anything.

      – Let’s go! – Lucia. We reached the exit from the dance floor, where the stairs led to the rooms. Lucia had to go down, and I had to go left. We stopped by the stairs.

      – Let’s go to my room, continue the fun evening! – Lucia.

      Marianna felt that if she didn’t stop now, she would completely lose control.

      – Oh… I don’t know, this is probably the end.

      – What kind of end… what kind of end do you want? – maybe this one? – Lucia pointed to a small mound of earth nearby, covered with grass.

      – No… – Marianna recoiled.

      – Come to my room! – Lucia said gently.

      – I think I’ll go to my СКАЧАТЬ