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They say that when you long to meet someone for a long time, or think about something very often, it eventually happens. Whether it's Providence, divine will, or a banal coincidence... I don't know. It just happened. So, I guess, it was meant to be. Fate. At first, I was looking for any excuse not to go to my new workshop foreman's apartment. Where he was sending me for some papers. Hmm! Am I his errand boy or something!? But Rodion Petrovich turned out to be too persistent, I'd even say: "annoying." Adding to his requests and persuasions a small reward in the form of three banknotes,

(just enough for a bottle of beer) he, after all, "broke" my resistance. Of course not, I wasn't an alcoholic and didn't even particularly like beer; if I had known what, or rather WHO, was waiting for me there, I probably wouldn't have gone... especially for beer... although... no, I probably would have gone, and not just gone, but flown!

When I rang the doorbell on the door upholstered with new cream leatherette, I didn't even suspect WHO would open it for me. When the door finally opened after several of my persistent rings, I froze in place, as if turning into a figure from Madame Tussauds wax museum. The hostess who opened the door, the foreman's wife, also froze on the threshold.

— Tanya!? — I was the first to regain the gift of speech.

— Sashka! — Finally coming out of her stupor, exclaimed the gorgeous brunette of thirty-five years.

You might ask how I knew her age so precisely. — Elementary, my dear Watson! — The celebrated master of deduction would have exclaimed, but since I'm not a detective, I'll simply answer:

"Kalinina Tatyana is my classmate, with whom we sat side by side for eleven years in school, in the same class, at the same desk. In the upper grades, this joint sitting grew into mutual affection, and later into genuine passion." — Here it should be clarified that our relationship was not exactly friendly, like all classmates, but something special — passionately sexual! Both she and I, from childhood, were simply obsessed with everything related to sex. We weren't each other's firsts. But it was on each other that we learned all the secrets of the relationship between a man and a woman. I remember our first real (and before that there seemed to be unreal ones, but for some reason, this one is the one I remember!) kiss, it was at the New Year's party, in the 11th grade, in the dark office of the deputy principal, where we were sent to fetch some things. Now, I've even forgotten what for...

I remember it as if it were now; "... we entered a completely empty office. Everyone was downstairs, in the assembly hall, and the 'deputy principal's' office was on the third floor.

It gets dark early in winter, by half past seven it was already deep night, darkness outside the windows, only a lonely streetlamp burning on a pole a hundred meters from the school. There was no snow yet, and the light of the lonely bulb was helplessly drowning in what seemed like thickened darkness. The lights under the ceiling flickered but didn't come on. That often happened here, in this office.

— I'll go check. — I replied and started fumbling for the door handle, which I had already let go. Tanya's dark silhouette suddenly made a sharp movement towards me. The next second, I was already holding Tatyana in my arms. Her hot lips greedily found mine. Those who remember will understand what goes on in the mind of an eighteen-year-old guy when a classmate he's quite fond of kisses him on the lips so insistently and unceremoniously. I still remember the touch of her small, but already quite womanly, firm breasts against my chest; we were the same height back then. How I clumsily responded to her kiss and simultaneously ran my hands over her thin back. Tatyana giggled and lowered my hands onto her butt! Now I understand it was the thin butt of an eleventh-grade girl, but back then! It seemed to me so... O-o-o-o!!! I squeezed my palms, and Tanka bit my lip.

— Silly girl! — I exclaimed, pushing the giggling friend away.

— Yeah! — She exclaimed in a whisper in response, — don't like it? That's it! — She giggled again.

— My lip will swell now!

— And I'll have bruises. — However, she said this not in an offended, but in some cheerful voice.

— Your bruises will be on your butt, but my lip... how will I go out to everyone now!? — Tanya laughed again.

— Think of something, you're a guy, a future husband, you should be able to come up with excuses. You know, the stories my dad tells my mom... wow..., whole stories, it's even interesting to listen. Though mom doesn't lag behind either, but... about that... shh...! — Tanya grabbed my belt.

— Oh, you...! — Stepping towards Tanya's silhouette, I embraced her again. Listening about the adventures of Tanya's father and her mother wasn't interesting to me at all back then, but kissing Tanka... Tanka giggled and struggled, though not very persistently, so I managed to slip my hand under her uniform skirt.

— Ooh-ooh! No-no, look at you, what a quick one! — However, her resistance was feigned. I still remember that touch to her already fully formed female legs in thin, machine-knit tights. My ears seemed to pop, and my legs suddenly became like cotton.

— Have a conscience! — Tatyana came close to me and whispered this right into my lips, suddenly she gifted me with a luxurious kiss. I wanted to press her to me again, but she skillfully twisted away and, continuing to giggle cheerfully, jumped out the door"...

— Sashka! — Squealed Tatyana and hung on my neck. I stepped into their apartment with Tatyana hanging on my neck. — So many years, so many winters, — my classmate continued to express her joy at the meeting.

— Don't even mention it, Tan...

*

— ...Well, how are you, how's life? — Asked Tatyana when we were already sitting at the table in the kitchen.

Well, what was there to tell, I told her about myself, that I never thought, never guessed that my new foreman's wife was my former classmate and, concurrently, my first love. We laughed a little, then Tanya asked:

— Well, and you, are you married? — Asked Tanya.

— Of course, Tan, I'm already, how old am I, even have two kids...

— Yes!? Good for you..., to whom? — There was no trick in Tatyana's question. So I answered just as simply as she asked:

— Remember Lena from the parallel class?

— That fashionable blonde?

— Uh-huh.

— She was a lively girl, I remember no school event went without her. — I nodded affirmatively.

— So you finally got her?

— Uh-huh, — I replied.

— Did she play hard to get for long? — She looked at me slyly.

— No... not really, she met one guy, dumped him — he turned out to be a drug addict, with the second it didn't work out either, he had to get married urgently.... I was also dating a girl, but she left with her parents. So fate brought us together. — I paused for a moment.

— Well, how's your life? — I asked a question in turn.

— Me? What about me? Well, I live, no kids though. Well, back then, back then probably like everyone... went on to study.

— I remember that, that was before my military service. — I added.

— I wouldn't say, — Tanya continued, — that my life was very boring.

— That's for sure, — I agreed, — you got married like what, a month and a half after I left for the army, I thought you'd have kids 'seven on the benches'.

Tatyana smiled sourly.

— No!!! — I feigned surprise.

— Uh-huh, and then... suddenly there was this... Gena.

— Gena!? — I admit honestly, I didn't know about this "page" of her life biography.

— Yes, but he was married, didn't plan to divorce his wife, and I, — Tanya shrugged, — I was just needed by him for THAT.

— Aha, — I teased her, — and then, you met Rodion.

Tatyana laughed:

— No, then I met Roma.

— Roma!? What other Roma!?

— He was a gorgeous boy m-m-m, — Tatyana rolled her eyes, — dad was deputy mayor, mom a restaurant director. Apartment, car... the whole deal.

— Well, so, why did you... — Tatyana shook her head, causing her dark brown hair to fly.

— Nah, turned out he wasn't a sparrow of my flight.

— Come on, — I made a disbelieving face, — he had money and a car with an apartment, and, 'not a sparrow of your flight!?', don't make me laugh, Tanechka.

— Or maybe I, I think, probably wasn't a 'bird of his flight'.... — Tanya said distantly. Then she perked up: — Really-really, his dad wasn't thrilled with me, he sent his son to study in America then. For a long time. And I, just met Marco.

— Marco!? And who's that? — I exclaimed in amazement.

Tatyana laughed and rolled her eyes again, dreamily staring at the ceiling. — Marco..., Marco is a Spaniard.

— A Spaniard?

— Uh-huh, Marco is a businessman, he came on some business to the plant, my father was part of the welcoming delegation, and naturally he, along with the other welcomers, was invited to a restaurant.

— Well, and what do you have to do with it!?

— I often 'tagged along with my dad' well I loved hanging out in restaurants, rubbing shoulders among business guys..., and that's when I met Marco. Can you imagine, it was a flash! He looked at me, I looked at him..., — Tatyana started drawing out her words, — and then..., then there was white wine..., dancing, gentle whispers in the ear..., kisses..., so, unnoticed we ended up in his room, and then..., then morning came. — Tatyana laughed brightly.

— Well, you're something else, and then?

— Then? Then there was a luxurious wedding in Milan, life, it seemed to me, had succeeded!

— Well, what happened then!? — I meant her return, — 'didn't get along'?

— Uh-huh, — Tatyana winked mischievously, — Marco had a personal driver Fernando! M-m-m, what a man, seems like a Mexican, Lopez surname... — Tatyana dreamily squeezed her eyes shut again.

— I'm starting to guess. — I said, making a sly face.

— That's just it, the devil tempted me then! I thought Marco had flown to New York, but at the last moment his flight was delayed, and Marco's phone died... or, I don't know..., imagine! In short, Marco returned at a not quite suitable moment!

— How so!? — I asked, squinting slyly.

— Well, how-how, like that! I almost bit off... that..., well, that thing... from Fernando, when Marco suddenly, unexpectedly entered the bedroom. You should have seen his eyes..., like in that joke, remember? Well, the one where one friend asks another: 'Have you seen your husband's eyes at the moment when you're giving a blowjob? Yes, I saw, — answers the second, — once I was giving a blowjob, and my husband unexpectedly walked into the bedroom at that moment...' — Tanya again burst into ozone-like laughter.

— Well, you Tanka! — Was all I could find to say. Tatyana pretended to sigh.

— I had to urgently return to my homeland. You see, Marco couldn't stand infidelity... well of course, I can only blame myself. My own fault. A black eye, of course, is an unpleasant thing, and not pretty, but it passes quickly....

— Well, listen, how did you manage after a Spanish businessman to marry a simple Russian workshop foreman. Tanya, that's not your level!

— You won't believe it, Sanya! — Tatyana made a serious face and firmly said: — Love is blind, Sanya, you'll fall in love even with a... hee-hee, workshop foreman. — Tatyana stretched her beautiful lips into a crooked smirk.

— So it's love!? — I asked, looking distrustfully into her gray eyes.

— Just like that... — Tanya pursed her lips and shrugged.

— Well, and why no kids?

— Yeah, it's not working out for me yet, something's wrong with me, I don't know, they say my eggs don't mature....

*

We chatted for about another hour, remembered school years, Tatyana asked me about my wife, Tanya and Lena were never friends, the 'competition' between them was too strong, both slender, tall, devilishly beautiful girls who guys liked and knew their worth. So Tatyana was surprised that Lena married me.

— So, Lenka didn't chase the crane in the sky, — Tatyana summarized my life story.

— Exactly, Tan, decided to settle for the tit in the hand.

— Well, and how is she? I mean — as a wife. — Asked Tatyana with a barely perceptible sarcasm.

— What do you mean 'how'!? — I was surprised, — I love her, what else!?

— So she loves you too, — Tanya added to my words, and then, lowering her voice and winking, suddenly asked:

— And you, a faithful husband?

— Of course, Tan, how could... — Tatyana, smiling crookedly and looking somewhere at the wall, asked:

— Remember our first blow... first time?

— That one in the village, at your grandma's?

— Uh-huh. — Tatyana smiled slyly.

— I remember, of course, how can you forget SUCH a thing...!

*

...We went to Tanya's grandma's to help her with the household, at lunch, grandma started complaining about the leaking roof, saying, no one to climb up and fix the slate, well, I spoke up then:

— Let me climb up, fix it, it's just a small job!

— No, — said Tanya's grandma, — it needs two people.

— Well, how many of us are there, I looked at Tanka.

— That's right! — Tanya picked up, — we'll fix everything for you in a jiffy. We're like that...

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