Stories of one night. Алексей Аркадьевич Мухин

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      – Lena, where are you going? – Sergey asked, trying to stop her.

      – Sergey, leave me alone! – Lena pulled down his arm and headed for the hallway.

      – Lena, don’t leave! Lena, don’t leave! – He stood in the middle of the hallway repeating the same thing.

      – Sergey, I don’t love you! You know that.

      – You are so beautiful, you can not even imagine…

      – I’m sick and tired of all of you!!! – She yelled with all her forces and cried. –

      I’m still a person, and not just an actress. I’m not playing a role, I want to say something, and you just have to listen.

      Sergey came over and hugged her.

      – Sergey, I don’t want to live like this anymore. I’m leaving you! – She pushed him.

      – For Cheburashka?

      She looked at him angrily.

      – Misha is from him, huh? Is it true? – Sergey stared into her eyes.

      – Misha is from me, – she said quietly and walked out the door calmly.

      – Elena Mikhailovna, where are you going? – Her guard Mikhail tried to stop her, watching his tearful boss leaving in a short slinky dress. And it will be evening soon.

      A luxurious cloud of hair swinging at each step of hers rested on her shoulders.

      Her gait was from the hip. Moreover, from such luxurious hips! She was as graceful as a swan floating on the river. Her facial features and blush were so good that it seemed that she used very expensive cosmetics, but in fact she did it very rarely and mainly for the shooting. The impression was the Lord has once again decided to create Eve, only her name was Elena Yarskaya.

      Mikhail was nervously fingering the radio in his left hand and watched her. He felt when it was better to leave his boss alone, but at the same time he was supposed to know where she was.

      – Misha, bunny, – she came to him.

      – So, it’s Misha or bunny? – He asked, trying to cheer Elena. And he succeeded. A charming smile appeared through the tears.

      – What a confidence smile you have!

      He stood in front of her admiring the view. Taking a coat from her hands, he said quietly:

      – Let me show you the way. Take your coat, it’s cold in the evening.

      She nodded. Mikhail was her personal bodyguard and they became friends soon. He became her best friend in the pants, whom she could trust many things that her female friends would not understand because of their talkativeness and chronic natural curiosity. Mikhail often rescued her from various vicissitudes: rich annoying fans, love affairs and other troubles.

      – Misha!..

      He did not let her finish.

      – Are you going to Cheburashka?

      – No, I’m going to relax a bit… And I was not drinking! – She knew about his suspicions.

      – Be careful, otherwise…

      Now it was Elena’s turn not to let him finish.

      – I remember it – “a good front crash”, – she voiced his bore argument somehow sadly.

      – What? – Mikhail hesitated. – Not scary at all?

      – Well, you’re threatening and threatening all the time, – Elena said, opening the door of the car.

      She took her coat from the guard’s hands and threw it on the seat.

      – Misha, I love you very much. I even named my son after you. You’re my best friend!

      – Well, come here, I’ll kiss you, so be it.

      Misha spread his hands. She laughed even harder, seeing her husband’s glance in the window, and with the tips of her lips touched lightly Mikhail’s cheeks.

      – Bye, Misha.

      – Call if you need me.

      – Bye, – she said again and sharply took off.

      Streets, lights of the big city were flashing by. She turned on the high beam.

      During the first minutes she thought of nothing. Everything was left somewhere behind. It always seemed to her that problems stayed exactly where you lived. The whole area inhabited by you acquires your thoughts. You need only to go beyond it, and it becomes much easier for the soul, freedom overwhelms a tired heart.

      She sighed, and then…