Islanders. Наталья Андреева

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      “Something confuses you?”

      “No. Absolutely not! May I smoke here?”

      “Later. Please, wait. First I should introduce you to our guests. Perhaps, they will not be against if you smoke in a reception. We should ask about it. I know, not only you smoke.”

      “I hope you haven't got more bad habits.” the blonde smiled.

      “That's another question.” and the man widely opened the door before the last guest. “Please, come in.”

      She had come frightening. But then she cheered up. The corridor shone and seemed different. Repairing had been finished recently and all around, walls and the floor and furniture were neat and pleased an eye.

      The blonde looked around. The hall was decorated with taste. Re-planning was available. Initially it was the two-roomed apartment but the wall was removed and she stood in the middle of the huge hall. Near the entrance door there was a leather sofa, deep armchairs and a coffee table. The conditioning was unusual.

      At the window there was a desk with a computer on it, two phones and a fax. The chair had been moved up closely, the monitor was off, as the phones. It was the beginning to nine.

      The working day of the secretary was over.

      The woman had taken off a service jacket and stayed in a snow-white sweater. The man helped her to put her service jacket between the man's cashmere coats, one was more dark, another brighter, the female leather jacket which had been shabby enough was somewhere between. The girl's short jacket was lonely hanging closer to an entrance door. Her bag was there too.

      “Don't take off the shoes.” said the man.

      “But I think you will give us special slippers as at the hospital.” said the platinum blonde sarcastically.

      “That's not a hospital.” the man softly noticed.

      “And what is it? A clinic?” the woman did not stop asking.

      “Does it look like?” he smiled.

      “No, but …”

      The woman had shaken curls. Eventually, she had already come. That’s why to turn and leave would be silly. There were two doors before her. The glass one was on the right and the big, massive, red door – on the left. That door had been opened.

      “And where should I go?” she asked.

      “To the left.”

      “Well, of course! To the left!” the blonde burst out laughing. “I like to go to the left! “

      The joke was stupid but the man didn't respond it. When the woman was ready to come he firmly stopped her:

      “One moment.”

      “What is it?” she looked back.

      “Do you know the rules? Were you warned?”

      “The rules? What rules?”

      “Of course, that's not a hospital. But we have got rules. During the session all mobile phones must be off.”

      “Yes, yes, I understand.” the woman nodded and looked into her handbag.

      “It is for your convenience.” the man said. “It is impossible to concentrate when in a pocket there is a mobile phone. It's a temptation, do you agree?”

      “A temptation?” the blonde wondered playing with a tiny mobile phone. “I don't understand.”

      “You will contact somebody and interrupt us. It means that the confidential atmosphere created with such work will be destroyed.”

      “What do you offer?” the woman asked impatiently.

      “Put your phone here and shut it off.” and the man added her mobile to six other phones in a box of the desk. He closed the box and said.

      “Now you are welcome. “

      She opened a massive door and entered.

      “Here she is – the last!” exclaimed the man with delight. His sight was condemning.

      “Excuse me.” the woman murmured.

      The others kept silent. The pretty girl nervously wound a twisted lock on her finger, the man sitting next to her turned away to the window.

      “Well? Shall we begin?” asked the man who after the platinum blonde entered the room.

      It was a big area in twenty and a half square meters, spacious, not full of furniture. At a window – dense heavy curtain, light not bright. That room was in the dark colors. Everyone felt a light grief of withering and tranquility there.

      The low armchairs’ color was hardly dark than the color of the wall-papers. They were transformers. It was possible to change easily a position of an armrest, lower it or, on the contrary making them comfortable. Thus they were not heavy and it was easy to move them without an effort more close to the window or in the center. The blonde had counted eight armchairs. Two were empty. The woman understood that one of the armchairs was hers.

      “Here we spend our sessions.” said the man. And he had noticed that the blonde uncertainly looked back, came to her and softly touched her hand. “As you are here for the first time, I would like to introduce you to people.”

      He looked at the impatient man and said:

      “This is Sergey. Here we avoid surnames and age. We try not to mention an occupation. This theme is forbidden. Your address, the name of the street you live in, the number of your house – all these are not important. Well.”

      The man nodded and rose from an armchair saying.

      “I am Sergey.”

      “Close to him is – Vsevolod.”

      The man who had arrived by "BMW" of the third model and who looked like Sergey stood up and said.

      “You may call me Seva.”

      He had dark sad eyes, very beautiful, big with long eyelashes but the face features were small and his hair rose up in the ridiculous hedgehog even after the skilful hairdresser.

      "How old is each?" thought the blonde. She watched them sitting next to.

      "May be they are the same age. Both are a little over forty. And they are well familiar with each other".

      The man indifferently looking out of the window turned back and with a wide smile said.

      “I am Arthur.”

      “Glad to meet you.” the platinum blonde smiled in the answer. Among all men in the room, including the owner, he was the youngest and the most handsome. Very handsome! Everybody paid attention to that fact.

      “Close to Arthur, on the right – Zhanna.”

      The girl nodded. The platinum blonde looked at her with dignity. She was very pretty. The figure was slim, the waist was thin, the legs were long СКАЧАТЬ