DMYTRO BONDARENKO

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DMYTRO BONDARENKO

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Of course, Kostya had never been in a brothel before. That is why he was listening to Kuzma’s story with bated breath.

 

‘Do you know what the main charm of a brothel is? No, no, not even sex exactly. The sweetest thing is that there is a choice. I mean, when they all appear before you... well, I mean every girl who is free at the moment... and you choose! Almost like a king… or not, it seems that kings have only one woman. Okay, not like a king but like a sheikh or a sultan. It’s super! You choose a girl and she will go with you without fail. She will never say ‘No’ to you. And she will never fool you as honest girls usually do with men. Yeah! You know, every time after visiting the brothel I feel as if I was in heaven... Even if my wife curses at me, I just don't care. I feel calm, like a door. I don't even care about the pretty girls on the streets sometimes. So a brothel greatly helps when your sperm is hitting around in your head. I recommend you... though the last time when I went to that place, there was no longer any brothel. Well, you know, this business is illegal in our country, so it happens sometimes that the places are closed. Police close them down, or other authorities. That’s how it works. But of course, you can easily find similar places if you want. The local newspapers publish ads regularly. So...’

 

In the evening, Kostya was going home. He was very annoyed and angered after hearing Kuzma's advice.

 

‘A brothel! What the devil! Damned Kuzma! His advice is out of all reason. I am a very serious guy in this life. I am an executive sales representative at a well-known firm. And he wants me to go to some... some house of whores!’

 

Kostya arrived by bus to his block, ‘Falcon’, where he, his wife, and their little daughter Nastia rented a small apartment in a nine-story building. The house was at the other end of the block, so he had some distance to walk.

 

He was walking by a worn-down road, which probably some time ago was an asphalt road when he immediately noticed her. She probably got off the previous bus, and she was now going along the little narrow path a few tens of steps before him. She had long, beautiful legs, barely covered by her miniskirt; beautiful golden hair; and a very, very charming rapid walk, so that Kostya almost went insane when he saw it. The girl lit Kostya's desire instantly. In reality, the girl was not some kind of amazing beauty, but she was so hot and seductive! Her womanhood was already awakened in her body so brightly and obviously that the young sales representative forgot about the rest of the world for a moment.

 

‘She is fifteen years old at the most!’ Kostya thought. ‘It seems she has not even graduated high school yet. Oh my God, I hope we are not neighbors!’

 

Kostya and his family settled on the ‘Falcon’ block only recently and therefore knew almost nobody there.

 

‘Damn, she is going to the same porch I am.’ Kostya involuntarily looked around. It was the beginning of summer and, despite being rather late, it was light enough. As ill luck would have it, there was not a living soul around.

 

‘If we both go by elevator together, I am not sure I will be able to control myself!’ Kostya thought. He suddenly felt that he was rushing after the girl at full speed but that he couldn't do anything to stop himself. He wanted her so much now that everything in the world had ceased to exist for him.

 

There was an empty spot in the dark stairwell near the elevator. Suddenly he heard the sound of a lock being opened. It was coming from the landing on the second floor. He heard a door open.

 

‘Inochka, dear, why are you walking alone at this late hour? Okay, I'll call your mother now and say that you should stay with us for the night. Come on, come in, quickly!’

 

With a worried tone, the woman's voice faded away behind the door. He heard the door close.

 

‘Oh!’ Kostya felt great relief. ‘Thank God she did not go by elevator!’ He squatted down helplessly. It took some time for him to collect himself.

 

At home, his wife met him. Her face was upset and worried.

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‘I do not understand. There is something wrong with our child. Her temperature seems normal, but... Kostya, can we sleep separately tonight? Nastia and I will be in one room, and you'll be in another. You have work tomorrow so you need a good sleep. And who knows how this night will pass.’

 

But the night was calm enough. Parental suspicions of their child’s bad health were not confirmed. After the baby drank her mother's milk, she quickly fell asleep and woke up only a few times in order to eat again.

 

But Kostya was turning from side to side throughout the night. He was nervous and could hardly sleep.

 

Heck, he almost went wrong today! He almost did it and it was just luck that nothing happened. Damn! Damn! Damn! A statutory rape of a minor! Only God knows how many years of imprisonment he would get for such a thing. Oh Lord, every schoolboy knows what prisoners usually do to a rapist! It’s even terrible to think about it. Damn, was he a real maniac? Oh, no! He must do something urgently. Okay, Kuzma! If it is time to choose between a prison and a brothel, let it be a brothel, of course. Yeah, a brothel! Let it be a brothel!

 

In the morning on his way to work, Kostya rushed to the nearest newsstand and said nervously:

 

‘Please give me all the newspapers with a local classifieds section! Yes, I will take this one too!’

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