“I’ll find some kind of series and sit, perhaps at home!”, – I ordered myself, and with this decision I started searching. Having wandered around, and not finding anything worthwhile for my mood, suppressed by the events of the unfolding war on the territory of Ukraine, I began to watch the news. But there, in addition to the heroic resistance of the Russian-speaking residents of the Luhansk and Donetsk regions to the criminal regime that came as a result of the coup, and the slowness of Russia, which led to a protracted military conflict. And a unified 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 were established and the movement of capital in Western banks, with which Russia is now entering the war, were frozen . And I had a lot to think about. Thinking about how generously I was supported by the foreign intelligence service with American rubles, I 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, I came across informational news that another missile attack on Kyiv was expected, completely fell into a state of extreme melancholy from this …

Reflecting on my lonely fate, I began to remember that it was necessary to make an acquaintance. It was easier for me to do this, since I was already like a year without a wife. She was the initiator of our separation, and the reason was that I was obsessed with creativity, at that time I was working on the book Cleopatra. I was fascinated by this topic, because the queen had an incredible power of charm, without a particularly attractive appearance. I 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, I 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 I 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. I 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. I am not a pedophile and never was, so the youngsters that flashed on the site did not interest me, either like mature women. As I was about to leave this den of debauchery, I suddenly stumbled upon the one Your-X-Eva was looking for. The girl kept her eyes on me, as I thought, but, apparently, I 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 I 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. I 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 I had fallen in love without a memory, and that I 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, I decided not to go anywhere today either, since there was still a supply of food and cognac. To kill time, I 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, I 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 I 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. I felt a little uneasy from such sexual exploitation of this beautiful creature. I 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 I, as obsessed with this girl, was in vain. I could only watch her show for free, and besides, I 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, I 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 I did not want to torment myself with painful sexual expectations, dreaming of a close acquaintance, I eventually went to bed. The next day, already at the bank, I 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 I 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 I live in Ukraine. I 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. I had to use a password, and I 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. I appeared in the park on Vladimirskaya Hill at 10 o'clock, as I could no longer endure waiting for the meeting. I 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, I got tired of walking back and forth, and I 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, I dreamed about how soon I would confess to Eve in love, kiss and love her. Behind my imaginary pictures, I did not notice the passage of time.

– You, young man, promised to show me the jewelry, show me?! – I heard behind me a response to yesterday's password, shuddering in surprise. After a pause, I slowly turned to her and half rose from the bench.

– I would not sell my treasure for anything, if I had it, I would give it to you as a token of gratitude for the amazing show that you pleased me with yesterday, and made me fall in love with you so much that now I don’t know What do i do? I wailed.

– What, the kid is still not married, and you haven’t seen a woman’s pussy, or what? – she laughed sincerely, – You'd better tell me why you were sent instead of Sosnin Boris Eduardovich? – I told everything how it was, and in turn asked:

– What about the information?

– Did that information burn with a blue flame when you burned it? – with a smile, the girl answered the question with a question.

– Eva, can you repeat the information?

– Let's do it this way, I'll go with you to you, we will plunge headlong into my show especially for you, and after that I will restore everything in detail, since I agree ?!

I could not restrain myself, pressed her to me and, burning with love passion, began to kiss her so passionately that, laughing, she began to fight me off with her fists, saying:

– Leave, leave a little of your ardor for our romance, lover of girls of easy virtue, huh? – Smiling with an angelic smile, she said, – Come on, I also missed a normal healthy guy, and not those jerks who flock to me in the chat, let's go!

– Wait, let's go down to the vintage wine shop, which is near the hotel where you live … – I did not finish when she interrupted me with a patter:

– Oh, no, no! Let's go to the funicular, go to the Pochtovaya Ploschad metro station and there are a lot of different wines for sale on Podil, we'll buy something for ourselves, okay?

– It's coming! – I answered, completely falling under the skillful heel of my beloved priestess of Love … In the first wine store that came across, which was located on the way from Postal Square to Kontraktovaya Ploshchad metro station, they bought two bottles of Asti Brut champagne.

– Eva, let's order a taxi? I suggested.

– Oh, no, no, every day I go by taxi, then by BMW limousine, and I want to ride with a simple guy in a simple subway and feel like I was eighteen years old, at a graduation at school. She dreamily rolled her eyes, twirled in place, then threw herself on my neck and merged with me in a long kiss. This made me dizzy, and blissful tenderness for this girl spread throughout my body, causing an inevitable bliss of love for this unearthly creature. We passed by the sculpture of the philosopher Skovoroda with a knapsack on his shoulder and, in bast shoes on his feet. His face was turned towards the Kiev Mohelian Academy. Eva could not resist to speak about the graduates of this institution:

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