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the room of his cousin and approached her peacefully snuffling body. He put a hand on her shoulder and shook her gently. His cousin woke up.
    “What do you need?” she asked in a whisper.
    “Excuse me, I am with a girl. Would you obje …”
    “Here, take the pillow from the armchair.”
    “What for?”
    “Because there is only one there.”
    Serge was dumbfounded and stared into his cousin’s face, which was dimly lit by a street lantern.
    “But …”
    “Then take a folding bed.”
    “Yes, okay.”
    “Let it stand in its own place,” thought Serge, and he quietly slipped through the door.
    “You will sleep here.” He brought Janna to a trestle bed standing in a corner. “Settle down. The bathroom is next to the kitchen. Let’s go, I will show you, because you won’t find it.”
    “Let go, I’m bright.”
    Talking in whispers, they crept into the kitchen. Serge got a piece of kielbasa from the refrigerator, found the bread, and divided it into two parts. She greedily attacked the meal and sat down on the edge of a stool. With full mouths, they tried to communicate somehow, but instead of words, only crumbs and suppressed laughter came out. Once done with the meal, Serge wiped his lips with his palm and plodded away to make the bed …
    Janna was already lying down when Serge approached and kissed her. The warm female scent tickled his nose and forced him to sit down beside her.
    “Your cousin knows that I’m here?”
    “She knows.”
    “And what does she say?”
    “Nothing, everything is all right, sleep easy.”
    “And you?”
    Instead of an answer, Serge embraced her and clung to her full sensual lips. They shuddered and slightly opened. From each touch, they swelled and breathed with heat, but her breath was deep and even. It seemed as if she knew that now it should happen, and waited for it, not with submissiveness, but with determined resoluteness. Serge began to shower her with kisses, enjoying her pliable, damp body. The blanket stirred, and he threw it on her legs. Janna immediately clasped his neck and pressed him to herself. Serge felt her breast rise like a wave and buried his face in the hollow between her two spheres. The smell of her sun-kissed skin made his head spin. His lips caressed the curve of her breast. They came across her firm, pointed nipple. He grabbed it with his teeth and gently pressed it. Suddenly, he heard a firm whispered, “Go, your cousin! …” Serge got up, covered her with a blanket, wished her good night, and disappeared behind a door …
    When he lay on the folding bed, he thought, “You need to love a woman very much in order to overcome such a perfect opening,” and he plunged into the dream of a righteous person.
     
    ***
     
    Several days passed. Janna was going home. They sat at the buffet at the railway station, slowly sucking down warm coffee.
    “It is only six days since we met, and it seems like an eternity has passed.” Janna’s voice sounded sad. She rotated the teaspoon in the glass, and spoke more to herself than to Serge.
    “I will leave, and you, probably, will go to the beach and get acquainted with some other girl.”
    “Possibly.” Serge grinned, trying to give the word a playful tone.
    “We’ll depart and will never meet again.”
    And this, to tell the truth, was not what Serge desired.
    “Why? You in fact often visit Moscow.”
    “No, Serge, in Moscow we will not meet.”
    “I do not understand, what can prevent us meeting?”
    “Hell knows what she was hammering into her head. Actually, if we won’t meet, then we won’t meet …” At this moment Serge thought that he was engaged in autosuggestion. He filled himself with indifference, though he was actually very melancholy that she was leaving. And this melancholy would develop in full force when the train dragged her to Kishinev. But, he would remain on the platform by himself, without her, and would slowly go out in the now deserted city because for the entire six days in