They met on the birthday of a common friend. He was noted widely, in a restaurant with a large veranda. It was a hot end of May, a lot of wine, a sirene bloomed in the yard. Under the syrene, they started kissing, suddenly.

Dasha was a faithful wife, with her husband for eight years, but it was today she suddenly thought, "Damn, but you can afford it once! “Today is the best night for betrayal.” My husband went to Peter on a business trip. And Roma looked at her light yellow dress, under which it was easy to distinguish a strong figure, and thought, “Fuck, cool! And so he looks at me. What am I stupid? to forward! » He was also a loyal husband, well, almost loyal, but today is a special evening. When it all worked.

So they kissed and poured wine out of their glasses. And Rome said, “Get to me? » He said so confidently, so charming. Dasha thought for a moment (you can’t agree instantly), she replied, “Let’s just go unnoticed.”

They kissed in a taxi, they kissed in the elevator. Eight years of marriage seemed so sad now, Dasha was drunk and happy. Yes, the best evening for betrayal, everything went perfectly: wine, sirene, business trip, heat, this slightly shaved guy. In the apartment, Dasha pulled from Roma's jacket, threw it on the floor. Roma began to get rid of Dasha from the yellow dress.

She said, “Take a shower together. » Roma replied, “Of course! »

He went quickly to the kitchen. Dasha was surprised. “We need to heat the water,” explained Roma. “We turned off the heat.”

“Hm,” said Dasha.

Roma put a large pot on the plate. Emalled pot with blue flowers, probably bought in a Soviet business store. Sculpture on Emily. A terrible pot.

Bosaia Dasha came into something sticky. “That’s the beer I poured out yesterday,” Roma explained. Dacia sat on a chair, pressing her legs. Rome walked nervously through the kitchen. Dasha began to look at the picture on the wall: Roma, his wife, their daughter.

Where is the family? I asked Dasha.

to the sea.

Oh well clearly. Soon there is water, smoke?

My name is Roma.

Oh sorry to me.

Dasha stood up, walked to the plate on her chicks, dropped her hand into the pot: a little warm.

Roma looked around Dasha, thought, “Generally nothing special, the legs are thick, it is cluttered...”

Dasha stood by the plate, thinking, “Why am I rushing here? Ordinary man, dirty floor, this pot is awful.

The water finally warmed up. Roma took a hot pot with a towel and put it into the bathroom. He looked difficult. Daisy smiled:

“Listen, what, will we water each other out of the basket? Wild sex, of course.

“Yes, it’s somewhat strange,” said Roma. Let’s go in turn. You are first. Do not waste all the water, but heat it again.

There is no other pot?

Only this is big. In general, there is a cabbage salt in it, I borrowed until there is no hot water.

The cabbage? I wonder where this strange smell comes from.

I wash somehow.

Here Dasha understood: she was tired, she wanted to go home, sleep, she didn’t like Dima... that is, Roma. But most of all, she’s angry with this pot. Dacia quickly put on a yellow dress.

You are what? I asked Roma.

I am home. I am sorry.

“Well, okay,” Roma replied, thinking that there was enough water now.

Dacia took a taxi. The best night is over. Passion was stuck in a large pot.

Roma in the bathroom started watering herself out of the basket. He said, “I need to wash my head.” And then I decided: lazy, tomorrow morning will wash.

by Alexei Beljakov