One Ivanova had a romance with the coming Sidorov, although what a romance there is, so, a note in a multi-ticket. On Tuesdays and Fridays, Sidorov rested with his soul and body from his wife, the fool and the fool. Ivanova doubted the stervoze, and about the fool Sidorov, it seems, did not lie, how else to name a woman who believes in year-round courses of improvement of managerial skill, classes twice a week, Tuesday-Friday, from seventeen to twenty-three. I still don’t know who is the bigger fool.
To the question about the future Sidorov answered, penetrating in the eyes, you understand, baby, said Sidorov, we are so good, the stamp in the passport will not change anything, well, I have such a stamp - and what? There is no love! A year ago, Ivanova tried to jump off the train, but Sidorov was sharply activated, on Tuesdays and Fridays he waited after working with three nails and told him how he would put his hands on himself, because without Ivanova, the light didn’t like him. I did not take sin on my soul.
And recently Ivanova met a beautiful fool. I said, imagine you are going home, and in the store at the entrance such Hugh Jackman, dirty, unstructured, but daring such, looking with a snail, with a handcuff, it is impossible to resist, and in general - it is not all alone. The wicked was washed off, fed and called the Gun.
By the evening it became clear that Ivanov's name was hot: either the Gun raised a bunch of bullterriers, or it was a product of genetic engineering - the genes responsible for the character of the crocodile were skillfully embedded in the cat's DNA. When trying to chew, he targeted his legs, instead of murmuring, he waved like a wild tiger and in a couple of days built a hierarchy, appointing himself an alpha and dropping Ivanov to the area of omega.
Siddhartha arrived on Tuesday.
From the threshold he asked indignantly, what else? Have you gone crazy? You know, I am allergic to hair! Get out immediately! Ivanova said, hello, Juric, he will not bother, he will sit in the kitchen! The gun in the kitchen did not want to sit, slipped into the door, jumped onto the stove and stumbled on Sidorov with an unmoving assessing look.
Sidorov sneezed and said, no, it's impossible, it's the place for him to wash! And he decidedly grabbed the gun, intending to put him out of the room. Ivanova did not have time, as Pushkov dispersed Sidrov's hand, thereby confirming his spiritual kinship with Jackman-Rosomaha, walked into the open window, in an instant of sight flew to the nearest berry and stumbled at about the level of the fourth floor.
Ivanova rushed to the window, Gun, sweet, come down, don’t be afraid! Jolly, do something about it! Sidorov went with spots, whispered, I have blood, and you worry about this creature? Choose who is more important to you, me or him. Ivanova looked at the rifle, at Sidorov, again at the rifle, thought and said, he.
Sidorov then stumbled and, crushing at the false, cried out, I regretted you, I wasted time on you! You destroyed everything yourself! He left, holding his wounded hand.
Ivanov wanted to cry, but something did not cry. Arrived in the window. Not a gun, not a silver gun. I went, I called, it didn’t matter.
I called the door tonight. The neighbor on the fourth floor said it’s not yours. I jumped from a tree to the balcony, here we go, looking for masters, we do not find, I will leave, a beautiful cat, affectionate, educated.
and Murr! said the gun.
I told Ivanov, thank you.
For a long time I wanted to come to you, but I did not dare, the neighbor said, once the case came out, let's get to know, don't you mind?
Ivanova looked at the neighbor, surprised by the inconsistency of the neighbor’s appearance with the word “robel”, turned red and said, I don’t mind, you want tea?
I want to, said the neighbor.
and Murr! said the gun.