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heard one after another. | looked around the houses were intact, there were no clouds of
smoke in the sky. So | will get information from the Internet. | didn't go anywhere else today.
From the local report on the shelling, it turned out that a missile was shot down by an air
defense system over the residential area of Troeschina. The wreckage fell on the house, injured
12 people, are being treated in the surgical department of the emergency hospital. An
unexpected thought came to mind:
“I'll find some kind of series and sit, perhaps at home!”, | ordered myself, and with this decision
| started searching. Having wandered around, and not finding anything worthwhile for my
mood, suppressed by the events of the unfolding Special Military Operation of the Russian
Federation on the territory of Ukraine, | began to watch the news. But there, in addition to the
heroic resistance of the Russian-speaking residents of the Lugansk and Donetsk regions the
criminal regime that came as a result of the coup, and the slowness of Russia, which ultimately
led to a protracted confrontation. And a single unity among the business elite and business
circles of Russia, for which, like a sickle in their genitals, it was that the rallied Western
countries, on which relations and the movement of capital in Western banks and all the assets
of Russian oligarchs were tied, are currently frozen. And | had a lot to think about. Thinking
about how generously | was supported by the foreign intelligence service with American rubles,
| was told that the dollar was no longer playing an important financial role in world banking, in
which Russia was gradually moving to settlements in Russian rubles with friendly countries. And
in Ukraine, the dollar becomes almost the state currency of the fifty-first US state called
Yuzhno-Novoukrainka. In an extremely depressed mood, | came across informational news that
another rocket attack on Kyiv was expected, completely fell from this into a state of extreme
melancholy of a lonely bachelor. Reflecting on my lonely fate, | began to remember that it was
necessary to make an acquaintance, remembering a photograph forgotten in the kitchen. |
returned to the dining table and, turning the image of the girl to face him, involuntarily
thought: “I wonder who you are Mate Hari, huh?” …
Chapter 2
Reflecting on my lonely fate, | began to remember that it was necessary to make an
acquaintance. It was easier for me to do this, since | was already like a year without a wife. She
was the initiator of our separation, and the reason was that | was obsessed with creativity, at
that time | was working on the book Cleopatra. | was fascinated by this topic, because the
gueen had an incredible power of charm, without a particularly attractive appearance. | could
not imagine that the angelic beauty of a woman, combined with incredible charm, could be
unsurpassed in the ability to seduce men. My ex-wife had beauty and charm, but she did not
master the art of lovemaking because she was cold and not prone to the sensations of orgasm.
Referring to various benefits in everything, and in everything accusing me of inability, believing
that a man is to blame for the coldness of a woman, from bedding to household chores, always
referring to a lack of money. And where does the money come from when, after losing my job
during the collapse of the Soviet Union, | was forced to go to a security company and work as a
security guard. And now, thinking about female charm, having written a book about the royal
person of Egypt, and even this task, inspired me to do what | wrote about with such enthusiasm,
without ever feeling this very phenomenon of the perfect art of female charm and the perfect
attractive power of love caresses . In melancholy depression due to the space surrounding the
war and loneliness, and finally decided to look at this Mate Hari of a modern spy tribe, a woman
spy, he switched to the erotic site “Runetki”. The Google search engine gave out a whole cohort
for every taste of women from young to adults. | was struck by the frank streams, and offers of
virtual sex according to prices for age categories up to thirty years old, who, of course, did not
consider themselves over 25. | am not a pedophile and never was, so the youngsters that
flashed on the site did not interest me, either like mature women. As | was about to leave this
den of debauchery, | suddenly stumbled upon the one Your-X-Eva was looking for. The girl kept
her eyes on me, as | thought, but, apparently, | was not alone there, of course. Because the
tokens that she collected in her office of the love pleasures of virtual sex rained down on her
like from a cornucopia. Having bewitched me so that | sat from 16 o'clock to two o'clock in the
morning. After blowing three air kisses in my direction, she said goodbye and closed her page. |
was fascinated, to the depths of my soul and heart, and could not fall asleep for a long time,
woke up at nine o'clock in the morning, realizing that | had fallen in love without a memory, and
that | would wait to appear in her virtual office again and again to resolve the issue of getting to
know her. So, waiting for the evening, | decided not to go anywhere today either, since there
was still a supply of food and cognac. To kill time, | came across a mystical series called
"Territory", released on the YouTube platform. A viscous series, with a swing at the concept of
parallel worlds between the worlds, but entirely built on the superstition of provincial
otherworldly fears. Having passed the rest of the time cooking potato pancakes on a gas stove, |
began to wait for the electricity to turn on, which was turned off due to the program of rolling
blackouts throughout Ukraine. The power was turned on at 10:00 for two minutes, and |
immediately dialed Your-X-Eva. My disappointment knew no bounds. Her black and soft hair
was dyed a straw shade, which reduced the appearance of the girl by an order of magnitude.
But nothing can overshadow the natural features, she was still charming. She sucked on the toy,
made in the shape of a raspberry-colored penis, with some satanic predilection, savoring and
commenting on this culinary product so deliciously composed of raspberry sweetness. | felt a
little uneasy from such sexual exploitation of this beautiful creature. | had good money, and to
get tokens to establish contact with Eve, you need to have dollars on your bank card, such a
transaction can only be made at a bank. And the evening,
which |, as obsessed with this girl, was in vain. | could only watch her show for free, and
besides, | heard that she responds to guests who give her hefty tips. So, for example, for a
private chat, this is a show that is not shown to the public, you need to give 350 tokens and
write her a private message, which is also not shown to others who watch it. Therefore, | now
waited for the morning to come in order to transfer part of the dollars to the card and then
arrange a date with her in her personal account, and now | did not want to torment myself with
painful sexual expectations, dreaming of a close acquaintance, | eventually went to bed. The
next day, already at the bank, | deposited $500 on my dollar card account and went home with
a light heart, expecting a full-fledged meeting with the priestess of love .... A lot of time has
passed that | spent at the laptop, fixing my eyes on the monitor screen, harassing the girl to
sexual exhaustion, generously paying for her show. When, finally, the realization came to me
that it was time to start a dialogue with an attempt to invite her on a date. She answered me
with sincere joy that this was not possible, since she lives in Russia, and | live in Ukraine. | made
another attempt to find out her home address, which also did not lead to success, since she
bluntly stated that she was afraid of being kidnapped, so she did not give her home address to
anyone. | had to use a password, and | unobtrusively asked:
– Descending from the angelic heights, I'll be waiting for you on the ground at eleven o'clock,
goodbye! – she changed in an instant, her face became serious and concentrated, nodding her
head at me, closed the site. A nod of her head meant that she had accepted the password and
would be at the appointed place at the appointed time. | appeared in the park on Vladimirskaya
Hill at 10 o'clock, as | could no longer endure waiting for the meeting. | walked along the alley,
along which benches were placed on both sides. Somewhere on them Looking at the damp
January weather, rare elderly women and old men sat looking at the pension. In the end, | got
tired of walking back and forth, and | went to a secret meeting place. A wide panorama of the
Dnieper, the monument to Prince Vladimir, and the pedestrian bridge across the Dnieper
leading to Trukhanov Island opened from the gazebo. Admiring the panorama spread at my
feet, | dreamed about how soon | would confess to Eve in love, kiss and love her. Behind my
imaginary pictures, | did not notice the passage of time.
