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then you can calmly become a respected person involved in business here. Class, he dreamed that he heard the words of Katya, only when he received a good kick from the girl’s fist in his right side:
– You, again think of a picnic with a whore?! The girl suddenly cried out.
“Well, what else do you want?” I’m not lying to you, I always tell the truth, especially you, Katarina Korobkova. And you, girl, do not like it? – Misha said in his heart.
“Why, when I tell you not to lag behind our group and break me, you did not raise an eyebrow?” Katya said shrewdly.
“Katya, my dear, forgive me.” I was dreaming about how good I am with you and that this has never happened to me. And that I, I think, is in love with you. – Misha’s last words were said by some kind of gentle voice that is not peculiar to the boy and very quiet.
– And you are mine! I like it when you say that. – Katya again embraced him, and they froze, kissing in the middle of the street on the pedestrian zebra. And only a piercing signal, passing by the car, returned the lovers to reality.
– And, where is the group?! Cried Katya. Misha at this time grabbed the girl’s hand, and they rushed to the waiting for them two minibus. In the small cabin of the subcompact there were only 10 people. Tourists are a wealthy pair of pensioners, with welcoming smiles greeted by late lovers. Obviously, it was that each of these couples recalled their young years and sympathized with the young people, it was immediately evident to Misha, who, embarrassed, tried not to raise his eyes, sitting down, at the free two seats for him and Katya. The guide, who was sitting in the front side seat near the doors, with a command voice, announced:
– Well, it seems everything is in place! – And, looking at the driver, ordered, – Petro Ivanovich, let’s drive to Lindbergh Plats 1. The ride around the city was accompanied by the guide’s story about the sights of Zurich, which prompted the passengers to turn their heads in one direction or another, where the object was sailing past the windows.
The travel agency formed groups of ten people, this average number of tourists provided uninterrupted work of the agency and brought the necessary profit. Under this number of tourists and hired transport for the maximum convenience of tourists. In the Lindbergh Plats street 1, there is a 4-star hotel Zurich Messe Airport. There, after small formalities, to each pair of tourists, the tour guide accompanying them gave out the keys to the rooms and, telling them in which tomorrow they would have breakfast in the restaurant, asked not to be late.
When Misha and Katya came into their room, both were shocked by the spacious room and the maximum amenities. A huge kitchen with a refrigerator stuffed with all sorts of strong drinks, kitchen furniture with a set of services, with which you can lay a table for five, atoms and more people.
– Where so much? Misha said in surprise.
– Come quickly here! – Katya called him, examining an open bedroom door. Misha went to the girl and looked at the huge double bed, Katya pointed to that bed.
– Wow, – to his surprise there was no limit, – a whole football field. “Hugging the girl,” he said.
“I will be terrified of sleeping in such luxury.”
“Do not worry, I’ll be right there on that rug next to the bed.”
Katya pushed him into the shoulder with a swan sound, and laughing, she began to take her things out of her travel bag, laying out and hanging it in her closet.
Misha did the same. Katya suddenly noticed the cans of beer in Misha’s suitcase.
“Oh, sir, you promised me a beer.” – She said.
– Yes, of course, in the refrigerator I saw German beer; there is a whole green packaging. Now decompose things and go, let’s try.
– And I want our “Zhiguli”. – Insisted the girl.
– I want German beer.
– You will drink the German I Zhigulevskoe, is it?
“Yes, commander!” – Misha thought how well that he bought, then in the kiosk four banks and took one with a beer. He put a jar of beer on the parquet floor from the suitcase, and hid it back in a suitcase.
– Ah, The is not in the refrigerator? – Katya asked with curiosity.
– Yes, I will not drink it. You first try German beer, and then compare with our beer. Our “Zhigulevskoe” is bitter and is not stored for a long time, especially in banks. And German, here it is a real pleasant taste and an absolute absence of bitterness…
Chapter – 13.
In the Lindbergh Plats street 1, there is a 4-star hotel Zurich Messe Airport. There, after small formalities, to each pair of tourists, the tour guide accompanying them gave out the keys to the rooms and, telling them in which tomorrow they would have breakfast in the restaurant, asked not to be late.
“Are not we going to dinner?” – considering the contents of the refrigerator, said Katya, referring to Misha.
“I do not know, you do as you wish.” – Neutral replied the guy.
– We must go, there will be read out the program of our excursions for tomorrow. “Taking out a bottle of German beer from the refrigerator,” Korobkova said.
“This will be at breakfast, too.” – Trying to persuade Katya not to go anywhere, he put a jar of “Zhiguli” beer on the table, which he brought with him. – Here, you asked, try.
“Ah, you German.” – Katya put a bottle of cold beer on the table, and opened the lid, taking off the key. The cork, having issued the inherent cotton, fell to the floor and rolled under the table. Misha bent down to take the lid and throw it into the trash can, to which Katya said:
– They cleaned every day, and you can not throw out, among other things, there are garbage chutes right here, you can trash, and throw empty containers, directly flies into the container below.
“Wow, there are plenty of snacks here”. – Here is a slicing sausage. – He took out of the refrigerator sliced smoked sausage and cheese.
“And there’s bread in the cupboard.” I’ll take it with cheese powder, I like it terribly. – Kate applauded enthusiastically, putting bread and rolls on the table with a ruddy powder of cheese.
Misha, meanwhile, uncorked a can of beer and put it in a saucer, because foam was pouring out of the neck, the beer flowed along the wall of the jar on the saucer. High beer glasses appeared in Katy’s hands, and Misha poured the foamy liquid of Zhigulevsky beer from the can into the glass. Then I began to do this operation with German beer. The aroma of the drinks began to fill the spacious room of the kitchen, mixing and exciting the presence of the holiday for the lovers.
– Well, now I’ll try with your glass. – Katya gave Misha half a glass with a beer “Zhiguli”, took and sipped a glass of Mishin.
“No, it’s German, I do not like it, it’s tasteless.” – I concluded.
– Do you know why? – Misha asked seriously, looking at her.
– And why?
“Because you’re a redhead!” – That’s why! – Misha barely managed to dodge, from the slap Katya, who had hit the head. Both began to chase each other, for a friend issuing wild screams of laughter. They were well together…
Misha could not fall asleep because of the smuggled gold. Katya fell asleep with a strong, carefree dream of a happy girl in love. It was two in the morning. Carefully freeing himself from Katya’s embrace, the guy got off the bed, silently pushed aside the sliding door of the wardrobe and carefully, so as not to create unnecessary noise, he opened the suitcase.