A boring day and an unusual adventure.

They wouldn't have fit in the purse anyway. Over a few days, Ira hid all my trousers that I wore to work in the mornings. At first, I

wanted to ask her where she was hiding them, but then I decided to watch what she would do next. I sometimes like such little surprises and it was very interesting. But then Ira suddenly went on sick leave. Her small child goes to kindergarten and they called her from there. She gathered her things so quickly that I didn't even have time to open my mouth to ask. A little later, I

tried to call, but she didn't answer, and then her phone was switched off altogether.

It was Wednesday, December 3rd. I was bored and didn't know what to do with myself, and suddenly it dawned on me.

— What if I ask my friend, maybe she can cheer me up somehow.

I quickly wrote her a letter and asked a somewhat inappropriate question concerning the frost, walking home from work in just a fur coat over my bare body, as I had nothing to wear under the coat except my work robe. My friend, I won't name her, replied quickly and suggested that on the way home I unbutton a couple of buttons and then write what I felt, and then sent another letter, in which she suggested I unbutton the coat completely and walk home with the flaps open.

I was returning around six o'clock, and it was dark outside, and there were very few streetlights in our settlement. I liked the idea and decided to take this somewhat reckless but extreme step, and it would give me something to entertain my friend with and tell her about. Time was running out and it was time to head home. After closing everything, I went to the little room where we always hung our clothes and drank tea during lunch.

When I started changing, I used nail scissors to cut two threads on each of the top three buttons, then put the fur coat on my bare body and, taking my purse, went outside, carefully going down the stairs so the weakened buttons wouldn't fall off prematurely. Opening the entrance door, an icy wind immediately hit my legs, penetrating under the coat and enveloping my legs and bottom with its cold. I headed to the supermarket and was inside within five minutes. There were many people among the product shelves, and I carefully started putting what was on the list into the basket.

I always write a list of what I need to buy, because with the abundance of goods, I often forget what I need. Having taken everything I wanted and paying at the checkout, I distributed the items into two bags and, hanging my purse on my shoulder, evenly distributing the bags in both hands, went outside. Again, a stream of cold air hit my face and, penetrating from below under the coat's flaps, ran with a piercing cold over my thighs and bottom, lightly touching my lower abdomen. I walked towards the bus stop and the wind, blowing from behind with its sharp gusts, urged me on. The bags rustled from its breath, and I was pierced by the frost, starting from my knees to the middle of my waist. Further, the wind couldn't penetrate, as the coat around my chest tightly hugged my body and didn't allow the icy wind to get through the inner fur.

At the stop, I stood on the leeward side and began waiting for my bus. To my luck, it came quickly and within five minutes or even less, I was sitting in the warm cabin, squeezing my legs together and covering the opening flaps of the coat with the grocery bags. Half an hour's journey and here is my stop. The minibus stops and I, taking the bags, get out after a man and a woman. Three more people got out after me, but they immediately went in another direction. I followed the elderly couple who had gotten out first.

They were walking about five meters ahead of me, and I decided on that ill-considered step. The wind was already blowing on me from the side from head to toe. Placing the bags between my legs, I took the nail scissors from my pocket and cut off the two bottom buttons with them, which immediately fell onto the road near my feet. I squatted down to pick them up and the coat flaps flew apart in different directions. A stream of icy air washed over me with hundreds, if not thousands, of icy prickles. Having picked up the buttons from the road, I put them in my pocket along with the scissors and fastened the coat flaps.

Taking the bags again in both hands, I followed the man and woman who were now about fifteen meters ahead of me. They walked very carefully, as the road was slippery, and I also slowed my steps and followed them slowly, so that when I started to overtake them, they wouldn't be able to see anything. The coat flaps simply flew apart in different directions under the gusts of wind, exposing my legs and a bit of my lower abdomen. My pussy, which didn't have a single hair that could at least somewhat protect it from the frost in this situation, was being blown by the frosty wind, which with strong gusts lifted snow from the roadside and house roofs, swirling and blizzarding, sharply throwing it at passersby and at my unprotected body parts. I tried to somehow hold the coat flaps, pressing them with the bags, but the wind, blowing again, sharply turned them aside in different directions.

During one of these gusts of wind when the coat flaps flew open in different directions, the previously weakened button tore off and, flying away, fell into the snow. It wasn't visible in the dark, and I didn't even try to find it. The man and woman turned right into an alley. I looked back. There was no one behind me. I no longer had to worry that someone might see me. I tilted my head and saw that the second-to-last button at chest level was hanging and about to fall off, I tore it off and threw it in the bag, as I didn't want to put the bags down again and push it into my pocket while standing in the wind. I walked on. About eighty meters remained to the house. I needed to pass two neighboring houses and reach my gate, about fifteen, twenty meters. Holding the bags a bit away so as not to accidentally catch them on anything and tear them, I quickened my steps. I really didn't want to spill the groceries on the road and gather them in that state. The coat flaps were now flying apart in different directions like sails.

My legs and abdomen were completely exposed and even part of my chest from below was exposed and blown by the wind. Between my legs, the icy wind carried hundreds and thousands of small snowflakes lifted by it from the roadside and house roofs, which was accompanied by a light tingling of my genitals. Here is the cherished gate. I take the bags in one hand and open it. In the yard, there is a small lull and practically no wind. The house is on the right and a tall shed for firewood and other household items is on the left. It seemed to me that I had entered a warm room and now, unhurriedly, I approached the house and, opening the door, tumbled with the bags into the hallway. Mom looked out from the kitchen and, seeing me in such a state, asked.

— Were they chasing you or something? You flew in all wide open.

— There was a crush on the bus, barely got out at the stop, all the buttons got torn off – I replied.

— Such cold, and you keep fooling around and fooling around – Mom didn't stop grumbling.

Father was in another room and was lighting the stove. It was even hot in the house compared to the street. I brought the grocery bags into the kitchen and, putting them on the table, went to my room. Taking off the fur coat and taking the buttons I had torn off from my pocket, I put everything on the bed. After that, I took a terry robe and was about to put it on when Mom came in.

— Here, I found it in the bag – and she handed me a button from the coat.

I took it, threw it on the bed, and, throwing on the robe, wrapped myself in a blanket as well and sat by the stove. So much warmth came from it that I soon began to warm up. After about five minutes, Mom brought a kettle of hot water and I poured it into a basin, lowered my bottom into it to warm up properly and not catch a cold. I often did this in winter when I got into such scrapes due to my own stupidity or something else. Soon Father came in and wanted to take the coat to hang it up, but seeing the buttons, he said.

— It's good that at least they didn't take your coat off on the bus, otherwise how would you have gotten home. – and he looked at me and smiled. Whether he understood that I had cut the buttons off myself or not, I don't know, but his smile was very ironic.

Soon we all sat down at the table, and I went too, wrapped in my robe. I had already warmed up, but not completely. We sat and talked, and then drank hot tea with honey.

Marina K. Chelyabinsk