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Three in the house

The three were running across the field. They were lucky, a shell hit the tank, but not directly, they managed to get out. There was no one around, they managed to break forward, but unfortunately, they were hit and had to leave on foot. Something was exploding all around and it was unclear how far away their own were. Judging by the last they heard on the radio, far enough already, and they were retreating. The three hoped it was temporary. Getting back on their own two seemed impossible, or nearly impossible. They saw a wooded area, and rushed there.

"Guys, are you really alive?" shouted Oleg joyfully. Everyone tried to feel and examine themselves. "Shit, we're still in one piece," Kirill confirmed.

It was really very unreal. To break through in front of the whole column, to be under targeted fire and to get out of the already burning tank in one piece!

"Well, we gave them a good thrashing," Ivan added, hinting that he had actually already used up all the reserve in the tank, and not to no avail.

After the woods they came to a small settlement, where there were mostly private houses, where almost no one lived anymore. Kirill went to the house on the edge of the forest, which stood a little aside. He knocked. To their surprise, the door was opened. On the threshold stood a frightened young …

"Snow White!" exclaimed Kirill, the most active of the two, picking her up in his arms and carrying her into the house. It was very risky and perhaps even quite rash, but Kirill could not restrain his impulse. As luck would have it, there was no one in the house. The owner's name was Nastya, Nastenka. A lovely young woman of 27. Nothing supernatural, but all very well – both figure and face. A pleasant woman's figure – nothing superfluous and everything is there. Big green eyes and nice lips. No one considered Nastya a beauty, but she was definitely pleasant to many people. Oleg and Ivan quickly went in and closed the door. It was necessary to take shelter somewhere at least for a while, this settlement was not yet under our influence, but they hoped it would be soon. And now they were firing from both sides, and it was quite possible to come under fire from their side. The hope was that the settlement would not be affected, though the hope was also not very sure. Anything could happen. However, it was at least something. They didn't know how long this situation between two fires would last. But they hoped they could survive.

How did Nastya end up here alone? Of course they asked her. It turned out that her dad had died when she was 18. Her mom and her new husband had left long ago for Kiev, and she had been living alone for a while and was going to move, but she kept procrastinating and got into a situation where she couldn't get out anymore and was sitting, waiting for some result to come out either here or there.

Kirill immediately had his eye on her. They asked her not to go anywhere, because it was dangerous. Of course, that was understandable. A shell could fall anywhere, although it could have fallen on the house too. It was good that there was a cellar in the house, and if the shelling intensified and approached, one could at least hide in the cellar. They immediately examined the cellar and offered Nastenka to put mattresses and blankets there. Food, water and a burner for cooking in case the situation dragged on.

Nastya couldn't help but like them, especially since all feelings and emotions are heightened in a war situation. Of course, she was frightened, not knowing what to expect, but they tried to calm her down and promised to help her evacuate as soon as ours took this point.

"And if they don't take it?" – Nastya objected.

"And we just won't think about it," said Oleg. He was a little older than Kirill, though still not so zealous and active.

It turned out that both water and gas and electricity were still available, so it made sense to take advantage of that and everyone took turns going to wash up.

Kirill had a plan to seduce Nastya almost immediately. Or rather it was not exactly a plan, it was a very active intention. Did he think about the fact that she had always dreamed of him, so handsome? He didn't think anything special – he just wanted everything to go smoothly and hoped it would. He also realized that to take advantage of the situation alone would be unfair to his comrades.

When he came out of the bath, he saw her delicately green handkerchief in the hallway and the thought occurred to him to blindfold her so that she wouldn't be so scared – because she was obviously scared.

Nastya decided to cook something and was standing in the kitchen when a half-naked Kirill came up behind her and hugged her. She froze. She didn't know what she should do. Had she been expecting this? Well, you know, when a single woman is dropped in on by three men without asking … I guess it makes sense to think about that kind of thing. She just hoped it wouldn't happen. She was scared, because she was alone with three men and there was no way anyone could interfere.

"Don't …" – Nastya said uncertainly.

"I must, I must, don't be afraid," Kirill replied, covering her shoulders and arms with kisses and beginning to undress her. She tried to pull free and he, standing behind her, squeezed her so hard with both hands that he even strangled her a little. He didn't mean any of this, but I guess he still wanted her not to resist. She fearfully grabbed with her hands his arm that was blocking her neck and froze.

"Wait, there's something I wanted to do, don't be scared, it's not scary at all, I promise you it'll be fine" he complied with his idea of blindfolding her. She felt even more scared.

Ivan looked into the kitchen, thinking, decided not to interfere. Oleg was in the bathtub.

"No, don't …" – Nastya said, but she was afraid to resist.

Kirill thought that maybe she was just embarrassed that it was so quick, but was there really time for courtship?

She tried to shove him away, but Kirill was very persistent and quickly undressed her and possessed her right on the table. It was really fast, considering the 5 months of abstinence. When Oleg walked in, it was already over. Kirill waved his head suggesting Oleg not to miss the situation. This scene had turned Oleg on so much that he couldn't think anymore. The blindfolded Nastia was even sexier.

"Please, no …" – Nastya tried to get off the table, realizing that something else or someone else was about to follow, but Kirill held her back until Oleg approached. Oleg barely realized what he was doing, the urge was too strong. Kirill realized that Nastya was uncomfortable and brought a blanket over.

Nastya began to cry. Kirill kissed her and soothed her – "Come on, Snow White, it's all right, it won't take long" – considering the situation with long abstinence, it was true.

Ivan, seeing that she was crying, hesitated, but then decided that there might never be another chance, and maybe even tomorrow there would be no one of them and none of this would matter. But what was happening now was extremely important – it was impossible to refuse. Moreover, Kirill was ready to "help" in this matter, calming and holding Nastenka. She asked to stop, she tried to get free, but Kirill and Oleg held her from both sides and kissed her at the same time, then in her ear, then in her neck, then in her shoulder. And saying something.

When everything was over with Ivan, Oleg wrapped Nastenka in a blanket and put her on his lap, it was so nice to feel a woman's body, to breathe her smell, to press her against him.

At such moments, one even forgets that at any moment a shell could blow the whole house apart. But, for now, it was quiet, and it was possible to relax at least for a while. Kirill was smoking a vape. How did he manage to bring it with him? I don't know, he just carried it around with him all the time.

Nastya tried to free herself from Oleg's embrace, but he wouldn't let her go. She was rightly afraid that all this might continue, and her fears were well-founded. Soon enough Kirill thought that it would be very good to continue the pleasure that had ended so quickly due to long abstinence, so he got up, took her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, where she had a large double bed, on which, of course, it was much more comfortable.

"Well, please, no!" – the young woman tried to pull free, but he held her firmly and quickly carried her into the bedroom.

Ivan decided that this time he should skip it and have lunch, as he was unrealistically hungry. To be honest, he didn't even understand how he could trade lunch for sex. Ivan was from the countryside and knew how to run a good household. His hands were in place, and he was a good cook. That's what he did, as long as he had groceries. Bye.

Oleg thought that he should join Kirill and Nastya. Kirill put the naked Nastya on the bed, sat on top of her, and pressed himself against her with his already very aroused dignity. Nastya tried to get free, but Kirill covered her mouth and nose with one hand and reached for the pillow with the other … "Sunny, please don't, we're having such a good time," he tried to convince Nastya. "Nod to me, please, if you agree" he suggested. The hint of a pillow was successful – Nastya didn't want to find out at all if he was going to use it or not. She froze, nodded and stopped resisting. Would Kirill have carried out his threat? No, not under any circumstances, no. It was just that he knew these "things" worked. I think someone had told him, but he had never done it himself before. And why would he? When the answer for him had always been yes. In fact, it was the first time he'd ever had to "persuade" in this way. But he was, unexpectedly for himself, very much turned on by it. When Oleg came in, he lifted Nastya into a sitting position and Oleg joined her from behind, also pressing himself against her.

"Sunshine, you can make us feel good with two hands," Kirill suggested, "It's easier than …" – he ran his finger over her lips. Nastya, of course, decided it was easier. Then he sat her on top of Oleg and held her down, helping her move to the beat. Then he also sat her on top of him, and Oleg held her down and lifted her up a little, kissing her neck and caressing her breasts at the same time.

Kirill tried to say something more to calm Nastya down, he was quite an experienced womanizer, but this was, of course, a completely different situation. He had already had a similar situation, but it was completely "consensual", stoned, and after some party. And she was a hottie. It was just like a picture. I couldn't believe she agreed to it. That she could agree to anything at all, and even more so! And since then Kirill knew that from women you can expect a lot of surprises. And this girl – the picture eventually decided to stay with that third, because he was richer, well, and a little older – but it was not so important. Money, so to speak, decides everything. Or almost everything …

Right now, money couldn't solve anything. Because every minute could be the last and money could not help at all.

In this situation, all feelings, sensations and emotions were at the limit. At some point Oleg realized that no one had taken care of Nastya and decided to fill this gap. He showed Kirill that he intended to nestle between her lovely legs. Kirill thought that it was really very fair and held Nastya so that she did not resist – "Wait, wait, now it will be very good, I promise you.

Nastya did not care about this "good", but, even unexpectedly, she did cum.

You are probably thinking now – oh yes, it's all clear, she wanted it herself, and resisted purely for "decency". But no, she didn't. She didn't want anything. She was afraid. At first it was just fear, but the body also has its own unexpected reactions. And it was hard not to react to young, fit, muscular bodies. Especially since it was all extremely insistent, but still without cruelty or excessive roughness.

Nastya was an ordinary young woman, not a nun, but she did not suffer from debauchery. Sure, she had experience with men. Nothing special. By and large, she could be called a free woman, although of course there was one who came on visits. But, unfortunately, nothing serious.

Kirill was probably the most attractive of the three of them. A little taller, lush, with a little red hair and a chiseled figure, he could work as a photo model. Oleg was a little shorter, with blond hair, yet also well-built. Ivan was a little more stocky, though of medium height, not small, with the usual dark blond hair color.

Kirill had always been a favorite of the girls, he knew what to say, how to make a move, how to divorce. And somehow he didn't linger with anyone. But that girl, the picture girl, fell for him. But I guess the hat didn't fit him. Brunette, legs, as they say, from the ears. She didn't look like Nastya at all. That was probably a good thing. Otherwise there might have been a desire to "get even".

Ivan had prepared something quite edible. Nastya didn't want to eat after all this, but they persuaded her to eat a little. Oleg admired the way she absent-mindedly put something in her pretty mouth.

After a late lunch Oleg washed the dishes and put everything away together with Kirill. They wanted to smooth things over somehow, to show that they were actually not so bad and scary.

Strangely enough, everything worked so far: the Internet, electricity, and cell phone service. Well, Nastya's was working. But their sim cards didn't catch the network. I had to go to the usual telegram channels from her phone to somehow understand where we were at the moment, and whether it made sense to wait. It turned out that they were in a zone where neither of them were. However, there was an almost constant exchange of "pleasantries". So, they decided to wait.

The three decided that they should take turns sleeping. There were two reasons. One was to notice the shelling in time to call everyone to the cellar, and the other … – well, you may have guessed it, they didn't want Nastya to run away and tell anyone about it.

She had nowhere to run to. Of course, she could try to run to some neighboring house, but why? She didn't know if anyone was there or if they had already left. And what was next? Nevertheless, these are three armed men and she would not want to create a conflict between any of her neighbors and three armed men … As you can imagine, the outcome in this case was more predictable than unpredictable.

The night passed quietly for Nastya, she hoped that perhaps this was the end of it after all.

The next day it became clear that the situation could be prolonged and it was necessary to stock up on groceries. Oleg set out to go to the store. Of course, it turned out that the store was closed. Where was the owner did not want to think, and there was no time to find out. Not that he could not pay, but obviously there was no one and perhaps no one at all. Oleg broke the glass to enter the local small store. Waited – maybe the alarm would go off and someone would come. Honestly waited about 15 minutes. Then he took what he needed. And what he could carry. The refrigerators were still working, so you could even get frozen food. No one ever showed up. Maybe there was no one left. I took all the supplies to Nastya and then went door to door to tell people to stock up as well. It turned out that one grandmother stayed in one house and one grandfather in the other. He took what he could and brought it to them, so that they would not go unnecessarily. There was almost no one left in the houses, most of them had left. He asked if they needed medicine. Turns out they do. he went to the drugstore. At the same time, he took bandages and other necessary dressing materials – who knows, everything might come in handy. Took what the old people needed. It was quiet as he went.

When Oleg returned, he realized that something was going on in the bedroom. He heard Nastya crying or shrieking. He came in and saw that Kirill had mastered her from behind, exactly as you thought, so she was in pain and she was bumping into the pillow and crying. As you can imagine, no one asked her this time either. Kirill walked and walked and walked, even mopped the floor, waiting for Oleg. Nastya tried to go somewhere else, not to be available, so to speak. Kirill several times clamped her somewhere near the wall, she slipped out, he thought to wait for Oleg some more, but he was delayed. Eventually he improved the moment and caught her, quickly piling her on the bed and getting on top of her, since this fantasy had been bugging him since yesterday.

"Kiryukha, what are you doing …" – Oleg wanted to stop him, but Kirill waved his hand – "Olez, wait, I'll be right back" – and actually in a minute he fell on Nastya, completely satisfied and de-energized. Immediately he retreated to the shower. Nastenka pulled up her legs, hugged her knees with her arms and sat wiping her tears. Oleg was upset and started kissing her hands, her legs, her knees.

"Forgive us, animals like that" – of course I wish he could make excuses, but what can you do?

Kyril got out of the shower – got on his knees – "Sunshine, I'm sorry, I'm such an asshole" – crawled up to her on his knees – "You want to hit me".

He was basically ready to get slapped, but Nastya decided to refrain, just in case.

Oleg continued kissing her legs, her feet, her toes, painted so neatly and so excitingly red … And now his head was between her legs again, and again it ended in orgasm.

But it was absolutely impossible for Oleg to stop. He was already in the same place as Kirill, only this time Nastya was almost painless.

Vanya was cooking something in the kitchen again. Of course he heard and understood what was going on there, but somehow he decided to eat first and then think about whether it was worth it or not. He called them to the table. Potatoes, mushrooms, and chicken. Just the usual stuff. But, considering that all this was already prepared, it was very pleasant. Kirill and Oleg actively praised Vanya, realizing that the well-being of their stomachs at the moment depended on him.

Kirill whispered in Nastya's ear – "Sunny, please don't refuse Vanya if he asks, okay?" – Nastya said something very quietly that sounded like "okay". And somehow she squirmed again.

"It's all right, really," Oleg tried to smooth things over.

After dinner, Vanya called his almost friends into the other room to talk. They left the door open to keep Nastya in sight at all times.

"Guys, what have we done?" – Ivan began – "What if she …"

"And let's not think about that 'if'" – Kirill interrupted him.

"We may not be here when that 'if' might happen," Oleg remarked encouragingly.

"Well, you realize this is a tribunal?" – Vanya continued.

"Vanya" – Kirill put his hand on his shoulder – "There will be no 'ifs', everything will be fine, especially we will help Nastenka with the money and with the evacuation" – Kirill said loud enough for Nastya to hear for sure.

Nastya was actually very scared. Even scarier than when all this was happening. She thought they wanted to kill her.

No man, no problem, so to speak.

She listened with bated breath to what they were talking about. In fact, she could hear almost everything.

For some reason, she didn't assure them that she wouldn't tell anyone anything. It would have been a stretch anyway. But she was relieved when she realized they were trying to pay her off. And why not, really? She had almost no money, not much, and if she was going somewhere, she needed money to get a place to live for a while.

Nastya, as you understand, was not a spender, so she didn't care how much – no matter how much.

Since the internet was still working, they could keep in touch with one of their fellow soldiers. He generally wrote that they should stay put for the time being, because if they went in their own direction, they could come under fire from their own side. He did not report to his superiors that he knew where they were. Just in case. Anyway, they had nowhere to go.

Nastya had such a crazy dream – to ride a convertible on an autumnal St. Petersburg. Can a girl from the provinces dream?

And then there was a bang somewhere very close by. There was no point in shelling their settlement, there were neither of them here at the moment, but still something could fly in. So they went to the cellar, they had already settled there. They took the computer, which should have lasted for three or four hours. Nastya had some more rechargers, which they kept fully charged. She had a light by the way, a weak one, but it didn't matter. They took blankets and pillows just in case. Mattresses were already there. Well and food and a burner for cooking something small, including coffee. To heat water for tea. Oddly enough, the internet was still working. We watched some movie, but it was hard to find something that everyone liked. Then Kirill started looking for something interesting …And started to open porn ....

"Well, here we go again," Nastya thought with fear, realizing that she had nowhere to go.

And it really started, he began to open videos of a group nature. Of course, it couldn't help but excite everyone.

"Let's do it together," Kirill suggested. He had never had a foursome before, but he wanted to try it that way. Apparently, he wanted to get the most out of this situation.

"Oh, you're crazy," Nastya rushed toward the stairs upstairs, but Kirill caught her and pulled her down.

"Sunshine, come on, this is going to be so much fun," he coaxed unconvincingly.

"Who's having fun," Nastia tried to break free.

"We agreed – we'll help you with money," Kirill continued.

"Fuck you and your money" – Nastya continued to lash out – it was getting too much. Oleg came over – "Nastya, we'll be careful, honestly.

It turns out that Kirill had brought that very handkerchief with him (just in case) and he, throwing it over Nastya's neck, offered:

"Do you want us to blindfold you?" – he rightly thought it would be easier for her that way.

In fact, Nastya didn't know what to do. She was scared both ways.

In general, "neatly" did not fit here at all, but no one let Nastya out. Ivan, too, was already very horny and was not planning to miss his chance.

They encircled her from three sides, slowly pulling off her clothes and caressing her breasts and crotch… When she was already naked, Kirill blindfolded her.

"Or else we're shy," he joked.

She was placed on top of someone, she thought it was Oleg. Another came up behind her and his hard dignity pressed against her lower back.

"Please don't," Nastya pleaded.

"Shh, shh, it's going to be okay," Kirill whispered. He was so experienced that he managed to relax her as much as possible and entered.

Someone gently took her by the chin and it was clear what was wanted from her, she realized it was Ivan.

Then they lifted her up and continued standing, again simultaneously from both sides. At first they tried to keep silent, but then it was impossible.

Then they put her on top again and it was clearly Ivan. And Oleg from behind.

Then they laid her down, Oleg settled between her legs to give her pleasure and Kirill sat on top of her, offering to do his dignity, Ivan holding her arms so she wouldn't resist.

And even so, she still cum, which was unexpected for her herself.

And then again the three of them repeated all at the same time, only Oleg was already behind her.

Nastia thought it would never end.

And she just decided not to think. Because she couldn't think about it all happening to her. A career as a porn actress was certainly not something she'd ever dreamed of.

When everyone was already completely satisfied and it was all over, they realized that they had gone over the edge.

And Nastya was scared again, afraid that she would stay here in this cellar. She remembered how Kirill had smothered her lightly with his hand at the beginning, and then that hint with the pillow....

Oleg saw her fright and began to calm her down: "Nastya, it's okay, we're pigs, what can you do about it, maybe it's our last sex in this life, please forgive us.

He hugged her from behind and kissed her gently on the back of her neck. He hugged her from behind and kissed her gently on the back of the head.

Post-facto, Kirill and Ivan also felt a little underwhelmed.

Was it a guilty conscience? You know, probably not exactly. It is a state when you realize that you are a pig, but you also realize that you would have done the same thing anyway, because the sensations, impressions, emotions were inexpressible. Although the scenery was not very good, but when you realize that every day can be your last, it takes on a completely different tone.

How to convey the feeling of getting out of a burning tank and realizing that you are alive and even whole. How do you convey the feeling when you manage to run somewhere at all under the incessant exploding shells?

They're not really like that at all. Of course, they would never have done such a thing in ordinary life. First of all, they would never have met in ordinary life – Ivan was from some village, somewhere out there … They had no way of knowing where, realizing that there were gaps in their knowledge of geography. But what the hell does it matter. Oleg is from St. Petersburg. Kirill is a Moscow boy. Not a boy, of course, but a young man. Favorite and handsome. How did he even get here? Fuck knows, they sent him a summons and he decided he'd go.

The girl – the picture wouldn't come out of his head.

Oleg and Ivan didn't have much choice, and they didn't think of running abroad, so to speak.

Ivan actually had a girlfriend with whom he had already started "building bridges", but there was no relationship yet. He thought about her. But he couldn't write – they weren't allowed to disclose details of military operations to anyone.

Although now, maybe he should write. So, he wrote. And waited for a reply.

Oleg didn't have any relationships, somehow things didn't work out.

Nastya wasn't really Kirill's type, though he was the one who had initiated the whole thing, Ivan's thoughts were also preoccupied with the other.

And only Oleg was literally blown away by Nastya.

Why didn't he fight for her right away? First of all, right away you remember what happened – he actually joined Kyril. And it still wasn't right away that he realized he liked her.

And then there is this strange sense of community with his comrades in arms, so to speak. It is difficult to explain that you have something in common with people with whom you went through such stress, such tension, with whom you fought to the last man and realized that they would not retreat either.

What they did was somehow completely wrong, but irreparable.

Did they feel they had committed a crime?

I guess that's not how they defined it for themselves after all.

Terribly sleepy, and they decided that Ivan would be on duty for a couple hours, then wake Kirill, and Oleg fell asleep hugging Nastya.

And they wouldn't ask him when it was his turn.

Did Nastya fall asleep? Yes, strangely enough, she fell asleep – she just switched off and that was it.

Youth is a great advantage, after all. And Oleg's physical touch had an unexpectedly soothing effect on her.

Despite the fact that no one was going to wake Oleg, he woke up two hours later and replaced Ivan.

After another two hours, Nastya woke up.

"Go back to sleep," Oleg said softly.

"Seems quiet," said Nastya, she was already anxious to get out of this cellar.

"Yeah, it's been 40 minutes since it's been quiet," Oleg replied.

"Why don't we go upstairs and I'll make some coffee?" – Nastya suggested.

He wanted to go to the bathroom, so of course he decided to go.

Nastya went to take a shower and Oleg followed her.

"Oleg, please, I can't take any more," Nastya begged. As you can understand, there was absolutely everything in the cellar that they hadn't had time to do with her before.

"Don't be afraid, I'm just for fun, I want to rub your back," Oleg reassured her.

In fact, Nastya didn't hope for anything anymore, but it was usually useless to resist. So, she just launched him into the shower. And he actually just scrubbed her back. When she turned around, he was already getting aroused again.

"All right – all right, go," he said, barely restraining himself.

Nastya hurriedly retreated and went to the kitchen to actually make coffee.

It was getting light and it was nice to sit in the chairs he'd dragged onto the veranda. It was chilly and they wrapped themselves in plaids. It was still nice, it was fall and despite the overcast, rainy weather it was beautiful. The verandah overlooked the forest, or rather the overgrowth.

The variety of yellow, red and some more green leaves were pleasing to the eye.

"Nastya, where will you go when ours come?" – Oleg started talking about her evacuation.

"I've always dreamed of living in St. Petersburg, but I don't know what I'd do there, to be honest," she candidly admitted.

"So sure, come to Peter, maybe we'll see each other again someday," Oleg rejoiced. "But will she want to see me?" – he thought to himself.

He moved closer and took her hand. She didn't pull her hand away. She wasn't uncomfortable, it was as if everything was fine now, as if nothing had happened. Like she was just sitting with a man she liked on the veranda. But it had been … Nastya didn't want to think about it. She was simply unable to think about it. She couldn't imagine that such a thing could happen to her.

"Holy shit you got a romantic here," crawled a sleepy Kirill.

He was about to open his mouth to ask Nastya to make coffee for him too, but then he realized that the borzometer should be adjusted.

So, he went to make his own. He rummaged around and found some cookies and waffles.

He took out a vase of cookies and waffles and offered them to Nastya and Oleg.

"Oh, thanks, buddy," Oleg said.

"Thank you," Nastya replied absent-mindedly. Somehow Kirill's appearance made her tense, because she knew how it usually ended.

In the end, Kirill dragged the pouf out onto the veranda and sat down next to them to drink his own brewed coffee. He had already noticed that Oleg was partial to Nastya and thought he should slow down. But, in fact, after a stormy night he had no desire to.

About an hour later Ivan woke up and found that he was alone in the cellar, and even closed. He had a wild thought that they had killed Nastya and dragged her to bury her. "Well, what an idiot I am, why did I screw them up with my "if"!!!!" – jumped out like scalded, then already heard a quiet conversation somewhere outside, still wary, went out and realized that he was really a moron that such a thought on his comrades.

"Phew, and I was kind of scared there was no one there," he admitted honestly.

"Do you want coffee?" – Kirill asked – "Of course," Ivan replied, "but I drink instant."

"Sunny, do you have instant?" – Kirill inquired.

"Yes, I brought it from the store yesterday," Oleg answered instead of Nastya.

Kirill waved to Vanya – let's go inside and talk.

"You see, Vanya, Olezha has fallen for our Snow White," Kirill began, pouring him some nescafe.

"So, let's slow down, after all, we're overdoing it as it is."

"What am I, I'm nothing," answered Vanya. In fact, he wasn't really going to do it.

In fact, if each of them had been on their own, they would never have done it. And if each of them had been in a different company, with more restrained, so to speak, comrades, the same thing – there would not have been all this.

But as it happened, Kirill decided that it was no big deal. Or rather he just really wanted to and the situation itself turned him on very much and that it was possible to realize a lot of fantasies that were, but somehow everything did not add up. Did he think about the fact that it was actually coercion? That Nastya didn't actually agree? He preferred not to think about it. Oleg lost his head, and Ivan sort of decided that he could take advantage of the situation, since it had gone so far anyway.

Of course, each of them could have said a firm "no" to themselves. Sure, each of us has a choice. But there are situations when we behave in ways we did not expect.

Maybe if Nastya had resisted very zealously and actively, it would have stopped them, most likely. But when Oleg entered the kitchen, there was almost nothing to stop, and, in fact, he was in a situation where he could pretend that he hadn't seen anything. Or get into a confrontation with Kirill. But he really did treat him well. He really did consider him a buddy, so to speak. And in general, how did he know – maybe Nastya had agreed herself first, and then started to "deny" and cry.

But Nastya was frightened. She lived alone and was generally used to the fact that there was no point in waiting for someone to intercede, especially in such a difficult situation, especially when all three of them were armed.

She had already heard and read all sorts of stories about various atrocities – how could she know if they were true or not and if they were like this or not.

You know, it's just scary to have three armed men suddenly barge in on you. Why did she let them in in the first place? Did anyone ask her? They just walked in, that's all.

Oleg, sitting in pleasant company on the veranda, remembered that there were elderly people in the village and asked Nastya in which houses they lived, although two of them he had already visited – but maybe he had missed someone?

"Do you want me to go and show you," she offered. He hesitated a lot – "What if this is an excuse for her to tell someone everything?" – he thought. But he said, "Let's go."

He told the guys they were going to visit elderly woman. In fact, she was the only one left in the village. The same one that Oleg used to bring medicine to. And grandpa Pasha.

"Well, see for yourself," Kirill said with a hint. You're responsible for what might happen, he said.

When they had gone away from the house about 200 meters, Oleg turned Nastya by the shoulders to himself and, looking into her eyes, asked – "Everything is all right, isn't it?" – and pulled her against him.

"True," sighed Nastya. And then added – "Well, what do you think, I'll tell Baba Nadya all this, she's 72 years old!"

They approached elderly woman Nadia's house, but there was no light there for some reason. They knocked, but she didn't open the door. Nastya knew that she had a key under the bollard at the entrance. She took the key and opened the door.

"Baba Nadya, are you here?" – Nastya called out.

And from somewhere from under the floor they heard a voice – "Nastya, I can't get out of the cellar, something's wrong with my leg, I must have moved it".

"Oleg realized that he had to call Ivan to get this elderly woman out of the cellar, the ladder was steep, he might drop her.

"Grandma, this is Oleg, I brought you medicine, I'll call a friend now, we'll get you out."

Then he thought it might be better to send Nastya to fetch Ivan, he seemed more practical about such things. Nastya didn't want to go alone and then Oleg decided to go together, after all, nothing would happen in 15 minutes.

Ivan looked at Nastya a little suspiciously and suggested leaving her at home, but Nastya objected that she had a medical degree and could at least apply a bandage. Because there was no question of taking her anywhere at all. It was too dangerous at the moment.

Shots were heard in the distance, but it was as if they were everywhere.

They took the plaid and gently lifted the grandmother upstairs. Nastya tried to examine the leg, but of course it was unclear exactly. There could have been a fracture. In any case, she couldn't apply anything but a stiff bandage. She taped a plank on it just in case. She asked Granny Nadia not to step on her foot for the time being. She had crutches, but it was still hard for her in that position and at her age.

"Nastya, I didn't know you had guys staying with you."

"Yes," smiled Oleg, "Nastya has us warmed up and even feeds us."

Baba Nadia looked at them both suspiciously – "Hey, look at me, don't hurt the girl"

"Oh, come on, how could we," Oleg assured her.

"It's okay baba Nadia, it's okay," Nastya tried to smile.

"Why don't you stay with me, Nastyush?" – Grandma Nadia asked.

"How can we do without her?" objected Oleg, "Is there anyone else who can stay with you?"

"Well, maybe Galka," thought Baba Nadya.

"So, we'll go get her now," Oleg immediately suggested.

We went to get Aunt Galya, who also lived alone. Her man was hiding somewhere. He didn't want to shoot "his own". There was no contact with him.

"Wow, that's quite a security detail you've got there," remarked Aunt Galya, a woman, as usual full and rather perky.

"Yes, these are soldiers, fought off their own, barely got out of the tank, so they are waiting for ours to come," explained Nastya.

"Well, where to understand them – where is ours, where is yours, all right, let's go," said Aunt Galya.

When they arrived, Aunt Galya looked to see if everything was there and sent Oleg to see if there was anything left in the store. After Oleg had opened the store, of course someone else had been there, but there were very few people in the village, so the food had not been taken out yet. Ivan and Nastya (just in case) were with Grandma Nadia and Aunt Galya, and Oleg went and brought everything he could carry, some of it, however, for themselves. Ivan, in fact, was wildly nervous and kept looking at Nastya while he waited for Oleg.

"Don't the guys hurt you?" – Aunt Galya asked, also looking suspiciously at the two of them.

"It's all right, Aunt Gal, everything's fine, they're polite" – the last "polite" was a bit strained, but that's how it turned out.

"Look, guys, I'll come and check it out!" – Aunt Galya insisted.

"So come, and in general, if you need anything, come, and the phone at Nastya seems to work" – replied Oleg.

"Ah, well, yes, mine seems to be too, but there's no one to call – mine is on the run," Aunt Galya remarked.

After that, all three of them hurriedly retreated before the conversation went too far in the wrong direction.

They also stopped by Grandpa Pasha's house. He didn't go down into the cellar, but just smoked in the kitchen. He lived to see it. His thoughts were not happy at all. They offered him to move in with Grandma Nadia, but he refused such "matchmaking".

When all three returned, they found Kyril pacing nervously around the house and smoking a vape – "Yeah, I've been waiting for you guys."

You could see he was nervous about how it would go.

"Artem writes that the line has moved, but not quite in our direction. So far, we still can not go" – it is he about their fellow soldier, with whom they managed to contact, but with the other three, with whom they communicated, it was no longer possible …

"So, Nastush, bear with us for now," Kirill continued.

In the beginning there was some relaxation from just being wild and happy that they were just alive and wanting to not think about what was going to happen next at all.

But now the tension was beginning to rise again, the situation was dragging on, and it was unclear how it would develop further. In the extreme case, they would have to retreat, regardless of the riskiness of the venture, because they did not intend to be captured under any circumstances.

It was necessary to keep in touch with Artem while it was possible, in order to learn more quickly about the movements of both sides.

Nevertheless, they decided to sleep. Nevertheless, there was a fear that Nastya would still decide to run away. As a result, Oleg and Kirill lay down on the bed with her, and Ivan stayed on duty for the time being.

The day was long and all three of them fell asleep. At some point Nastya woke up and realized that something (something!) hard was pressing against her back. Of course, she was not wrong in her guesses. She slowly started to get out, but Kirill woke up and held her back – "Where are you going, wait".

He'd completely forgotten that he'd suggested Ivan "slow down."

He started pulling down her pajama pants.

"Kirill, I'm going to the bathroom," Nastya objected.

"Well, let's go," Kirill suggested.

"I thought you had no such fantasies," objected Nastya.

Then the thought occurred to Kirill that he probably wasn't ready to watch everything and he just looked out and quietly asked Ivan to listen more closely to what she was doing there.

Nastya stayed late for several reasons – purely physiological and she also hoped that Kirill would fall asleep. She took another shower just in case.

Kirill dozed off, but woke up again when she returned. She actually wanted to go to the other room, but Ivan thought he might not be able to keep track that way and directed her back to the bedroom.

Nastya carefully lay down between them, because there was only room there, they lay on their sides, thinking everyone was asleep.

Just then, Kirill started to snuggle up again and slowly pull her pajamas down.

"And I'll go and complain to Aunt Galya," Nastya said for some reason, though she wasn't really going to do that.

"Are you kuku? We'd have to kill you all," he whispered languidly in her ear.

Nastya jumped up sharply and pressed herself into the headboard of the bed – a large and soft one, by the way.

"What????" – She literally shrieked – "Come on, how can you, I'm doing everything you want me to do" – she started sobbing, she started shaking, the stress of all these days had taken its toll.

"Jesus, what is it," Oleg woke up.

"What the fuck can't you sleep," Ivan ran in.

"Sunshine, come on, I was just kidding," Kirill began to reassure her.

"Joke??? A joke????" – Nastya sobbed.

"What happened?" – Oleg

"He said you're going to kill us all!!!" – sobbed Nastya.

"Yeah he's the one who over-smoked his vape, fwiw what he's cramming in there," Oleg tried to smooth things over.

"Fuck yeah, Kirill, that's a fucking great idea," Ivan confirmed

Nastya realized that they were even scared and confused and that there really wasn't anything like that in their minds.

Kirill stroked her on one side and Oleg on the other.

Ivan took a seat on the bed.

"Sunny, it's okay, it's just his black humor," Oleg tried again to say something exculpatory.

"Well, I don't know why I blurted that out," Kirill apologized.

But Nastya was so touching and so… sexy.

And they stroked her on both sides and again for some reason the thought of "slowing down" began to recede somewhere far away …

And Ivan didn't want to leave either …

Nastya did not resist, because the thought of "kill" had gone away, but remained somewhere in the background.

In fact, strangely enough, the body reacted with arousal and if even the consciousness resisted, the body wasn't quite okay with it.

Naturally they also felt it and continued to slowly, gradually stroke her, caress her, excite her, and so on and so forth.

As a result, Ivan, Oleg and Nastya fell asleep on the bed, and Kirill, as a "delinquent" went on duty.

It was already past eleven o'clock, but the three were asleep.

And then Kirill realized that someone was walking towards the house.

Holy shit, that's some chick.

He ran to the bedroom – "Wake up, wake up, we have guests, I think it's your Aunt Galya here."

Nastya didn't realize what was wrong at first, then jumped up to quickly clean herself up.

"I'll say you're in the kitchen," Kirill had already said in a whisper, and went slowly to open the door, for Aunt Galya was already steadily ascending the porch.

"A brave woman, though," thought Kirill.

I mean, really – did she have reason to suspect that things weren't going well? Of course she did. That's why she came to check.

Kirill of course took his time opening the door to give Nastya more time.

And when he was sure she'd snuck into the kitchen, he opened the door.

"Oh, good morning, my name is Kirill, come in."

Aunt Galya was surprised at such a welcome and a little wary.

"Where's Nastya?" – Standing on the doorstep, she asked.

"We're sleepy, we just decided to make breakfast," Kirill replied.

"Wow, you're sleeping," Aunt Galya said as she walked in and headed for the kitchen. She noticed that Ivan had come out of the bedroom and someone else was there.

Of course, this also raised suspicion.

"Why do you occupy the master bedroom?" – Aunt Galya asked suspiciously again.

"Well, of course, it may not be very polite, but Nastya allowed it, she said she'd be fine in a small room," Kirill continued to fantasize.

Aunt Galya walked into the kitchen and saw Nastya starting to make an omelet for everyone.

"Aunt Galya, good morning, how is Baba Nadia?" – Nastya asked, holding herself together and even smiling.

"Oh, it's hard for me to carry her back and forth to the toilet, but nothing, I think I'll take the board off, I think there's no fracture there," Aunt Galya turned to her own concerns and sat down at the table.

"Let's have breakfast and go take another look," Nastya suggested as calmly as possible.

"I'll just have some coffee, I think I've had breakfast already," Aunt Galya made her "order".

Nastya picked up the turbo – "No, I'll have instant," said Aunt Galya.

Nastya turned on the kettle, thankfully the electricity and everything else was working. Their village was somehow a little out of the way and a bit of a bygone era.

Ivan began to help with breakfast, Oleg decided to make coffee for three – Ivan also drank instant.

"Oh, look, really, helpers, you might say" – Aunt Galya – "And where did you guys come from?"

Ivan named his village – "Oh, that I don't know, it must be far away," said Aunt Galya.

"Yes, far away," laughed Ivan.

"I'm from Peter," Oleg said.

"You see, and Nastya's dreaming of Peter" – said Aunt Galya – "Well, take her with you" – she immediately wooed her neighbor.

"I'd love to, but I've got at least another six months to serve," said Oleg.

"Well, yes" said Aunt Galya thoughtfully, realizing perfectly well that one might not finish his service.

"And you, handsome?" – She turned to Kirill.

"From Moscow," Kirill replied.

"Ah, a Moskovit, spoiled," decided Aunt Galya.

Nastya tensed, realizing that Kirill was the most testy of them all.

But Kirill didn't react, it was familiar to him.

"Yeah, I think you've got more pampering here," he replied.

"Aunt Gal, well you somehow without your remarks, they're all on edge," Nastya said quietly in Aunt Galya's ear.

"Yeah, sorry," Aunt Galya realized her mistake and also thought that she was actually talking to suicide bombers. Of course, each of them has a chance, but it's probably about 50/50.

And even though they're peaceful, they're not immune to anything.

The guys tried to act as calm and friendly as possible.

Aunt Galya decided it was probably okay.

At least Nastya's safe and alive.

On the way to Grandma Nadia's house, Aunt Galya whispered in her ear again – "Nastya, don't let them drink, or God forbid what happens"

"Yes, thank goodness there's nothing," replied Nastya, thinking that indeed, thank goodness.

After examining Baba Nadia, Nastya decided to remove the plank, but strictly instructed not to step on it and to wear a stiff bandage.

Aunt Galya stayed with her, anyway, she had an empty house, no one to take care of her.

Her children had long ago left for the city, like most young people.

Oleg went with them, just in case.

Nastya really hoped that the night would pass quietly, and her hopes were justified this time. Everyone just wanted to sleep and not think about anything.

In the morning came the news from Artem – a high probability that tomorrow they will already advance and come, perhaps, to the village itself.

Artem was actually taking a big risk – he wasn't authorized to give details, but he just trusted his comrades, plus they had discounted their geolocation so he could see where they were.

Artem realized that there was no telling what the commander would say about the guys, but at least this way they would reach them in one piece.

The whole day was spent in agony, and by the rumbling it became obvious that they were advancing hard and fast, that Artem was right. Or rather, from where the rumble of the guns was coming from and how it was changing. It became clear that they would soon be leaving.

"Well Nastush, we'll leave you alone soon," Kirill began.

And Nastya was already guessing what he was getting at.

"So, bear with us one more time, okay?" – Kirill asked, as if it was just something so innocuous.

"It's quite possible that this may be our last time in life at all," he went on as if coaxing.

Nastya sighed, tears coming to her eyes. She was tired.

But it didn't change anything.

Naturally they were already in an even more agitated state than before. It was good that Oleg hadn't brought alcohol, although it was in the store.

"Nastyush, we'll honestly help you with absolutely everything, you can have no doubt about that," Kirill continued.

Oleg offered to open an account for Nastya on a cryptocurrency exchange, and they spent three hours with the account and authorization.

All three of them wrote down the data, in case anything happened.

But the account was made out to Nastya and transferred the crypto there, Ivan didn't have crypto, so Oleg transferred it for him.

They explained to her how she could convert them into real money.

And by evening, that "last time" had begun, which was both hard and long and somehow endless. Again and again they did not let her go.

In the end, everyone fell asleep, because no one thought about Nastya going somewhere else.

In the morning, the guys' comrades-in-arms showed up. The guys suggested that Nastya pack her things so that she could evacuate at once.

The commander was suspicious that they were here "chilling" so to speak, but understanding.

Alexei Vadimovich, a middle-aged man, dense with a belly and a little gray hair, looked carefully at the boys and Nastya. He noted to himself that Nastya was very tense, and they … slightly averted their eyes, though they tried to look straight ahead, constantly throwing glances at her, not wanting to go far away. Somehow a bad feeling crept up on his soul, even something prickled in his subcostal region. He pressed a hand to his right side. He grimaced a little at the unpleasant pain.

"Okay, get out of here, I need to talk to .... what's your middle name?"

"Anastasia Ilinichna," Nastya replied. She tensed up even more. She didn't really want to talk about anything. All three of them left. Alexei Vadimovich noticed that they did turn around.

"Anastasia Ilinichna, do you have any complaints about our soldiers?" – he asked Nastya, trying to look into her eyes.

"No, I don't have any complaints, everything is fine," replied a tired Nastya, trying not to look into his eyes but somewhere on the bridge of his nose.

He wanted to put a hand on her shoulder, but then he thought that if anything, she'd be more likely to take it as a threat than a friendly engagement. The hand lifted slightly and then lowered.

"Are you feeling well, do you need medical attention?" – he decided to ask a clarifying question.

"No, it's alright, it didn't reach us, thank God" – Nastya meant that not a single shell reached their village.

"This I know…" – Alexei Vadimovich said thoughtfully.

He continued to look at her intently. He could feel her tension. He realized that it probably could have been. But he didn't want to hear about it at all, or dig in that direction. If she said no, she said no.

"Anastasia Ilyinichna, it's okay, you're safe now, you can rest assured," he made one last attempt.

"Yes, thank you very much, I'm just thinking of leaving at once, as it happens," Nastya changed the subject.

"Sure – sure, the car will be on its way soon, do you have everything packed?" – He was actually glad she hadn't said anything. Or maybe there really wasn't anything?

Even if there was something, the guys seemed to figure it out on their own and sort it out.

Just in case, he approached them separately and quietly said, "Well, you guys, somehow help the girl there, after all, you've been staying at her place for so long."

He was hinting at something they'd already taken care of. If there was anything, at least make it up to them with money. Once again, he looked at them closely. If Kirill, in principle, was good at hiding his emotions, Oleg and Ivan were less so, and Alexei Vadimovich suspected from their faces that the case might not be as smooth as everyone would like to imagine.

"I really hope it's alright" at this he turned and walked away, he didn't want to discuss it all anymore, they were good fighters, he needed them.

Nastya could barely stand, literally everything hurt. Even standing and sitting was uncomfortable. But she pretended, as best she could, that everything was normal.

Artem came too.

"What a resort you've made for yourself here, and in the company of such a girl," he also hinted.

They decided not to fill Artem in on the details.

Nastya was still questioned additionally, it was necessary to write down when they came to her house, whether they left for a long time.

They should have eliminated the possibility of recruiting with the other side.

Since she confirmed that they had not left, the suspicions were put to rest. Just in case, they questioned Nadia's grandmother and Aunt Galya, but they also confirmed that they had seen them several days in a row.

"Well, you certainly gave, rushed so rushed" – the commander remarked on their desperate breakthrough ahead of the column of the whole, so to speak.

"We didn't think you were alive, the tank was hit."

"Lucky," said Oleg, "It got under the caterpillar somehow."

"We didn't even realize how we got out ourselves," Ivan added.

And so it was, at times like this it happens that the body acts faster than the mind realizes, what to do.

All three of them wrote down Nastya's phone number and asked her to write, if possible, how she got there. They looked at her so much that Artem also suspected "hotness".

They asked her to write if she needed help. And then it's up to her.

Artem approached Kirill when Nastya got into the car and tried to clarify the situation:

"Look, come on, admit it, did you get busted?" – Artem would certainly be very jealous if he found out that yes.

"Artem, well maybe if I was alone, then maybe, yeah, I'd probably talk her into it, I guess," Kirill smiled. He could always think of something that could look plausible. Like, yeah, well, of course I wanted to, but it didn't work out.

They were determined to keep their mouths shut because things might not turn out as well as they would like.

Ivan in general, seeing the look in the commander's eyes, became wildly nervous and was cursing himself for all he was worth.

"Why did I sign up for all this, what a moron I am, how could I go for all this, let them do what they want, why me – that" – he was no longer happy that he had been tempted by the whole situation, although he certainly liked everything, even very much, even very, very much. But now it didn't seem to him that "everything was under control" at all. He realized that now Nastya could say anything and most likely she would be believed. Although in fact it was only her word against theirs, but nevertheless the situation looked suspicious.

Kirill came up to him – "Stop fidgeting, she's a normal girl, everything will be fine"

Oleg's heart was scratching, he realized that he could not fix anything and only thought about whether he would see her again. Maybe he wouldn't … Maybe he wouldn't come back … And even if he did, would she want to see him after all they'd done? Probably not. And that made it even worse.

Nastya decided not to postpone her dream for later, since she had somewhere to go anyway, so she went to Peter!

It was scary, she had basically never lived anywhere before, except for small trips to Kiev to see her mom. Or rather not quite so – until her dad died, they lived in Mariupol. Then, when mom remarried, the idea came to buy a spacious good house in the countryside, there were some business ideas, which basically worked out, but it turned out that mom's husband, who was the initiator of all this, was not really impressed by life in the countryside. And Nastya had a choice – to go together with them to the city, specifically to Kiev, but for now to a rented apartment, or to stay alone in a spacious house. And she chose to stay alone – she wanted to live alone, freely, without crowding, to be with herself. And plus there was an area, if anything, to which she could invite an interested man. Yes, it could not be said that the house belonged to her, but they gave it completely at her disposal. So that's how it came to be that she was alone here. And she liked it for a long time on the whole, though of course she began to think of moving to … Peter. Yes, she wanted to go to Peter, but she didn't understand what she would do there and what money to live on. And then the military conflict started …

Nastya wrote to her mom that she was going to Peter, because she couldn't go to Kiev.

By the way, as you could probably guess, they were taking her phone away from her to monitor her calls and correspondence, just in case.

The house, a large, good and spacious of course to leave was a pity and terrible, but she could not stay – and so already tightened …

Nastya drove and of course remembered everything that had happened. Images kaleidoscoped in her memory. That's how it started, how Kirill came up behind her after a shower … Could it have been any different? She doesn't know, she doesn't know what would have happened if she had started to desperately pull away and resist.

But then she was just scared. She had three strong young armed men in her house. Clearly, they had put their weapons away when they undressed, but that didn't stop them from using them at any time.

And in general – do you realize that against three men globally she could not do anything? Yeah, sure, maybe a very active resistance would have stopped them. Maybe, uh.

What did they think? Did they think that she wanted it that way, but was breaking herself for decency's sake? No, they didn't. Because her whole demeanor said she was scared, and not at all that she was eager to try something new.

Did they think otherwise, that they had committed a crime called rape? They didn't think so either. There was no brutality, no cruelty, they didn't tie her up. But does that justify what happened? No, actually, of course not, it doesn't.

There is such a phrase as "It just happened" – it doesn't mean anything at all, because how can it? But it is convenient to say it when there are no excuses and explanations.

The only explanation is that they just wanted it so badly. In normal life, of course, this could not have happened. Yes, that's right, they took advantage of the situation and their position.

But how it was … delightful. and unforgettable.

And the thought of Nastya made both Kirill and Oleg smile. Ivan was cooler in this respect and his thoughts were occupied with something else. However, he by no means thought that she was like that herself. He was just very nervous about the 'what ifs'.

Such a seemingly almost pornographic experience was perceived in a kind of pleasant haze, with a hint of even romanticism.

Weird? Yes, weird. But sometimes we don't understand why we perceive and feel that way.

They made a lot of explanations and excuses for themselves, but they still came to the conclusion that they were just bastards who had taken advantage of the situation.

Why did they go for such a format as a threesome? Well, as you remember, the first time it sort of "just happened", and then it was as if – why not? Especially always one of them was more "free" at any given moment and could calm Nastya, whisper something soothing in her ear, stroke, and sometimes and yes … hold her. So she wouldn't leave, wouldn't dodge. Yeah, bastards, what can I say?

Kirill realized it was all his fault. If he hadn't frightened her then, almost smothering her with his hand … And then with that pillow – he's a bastard, of course. He remembered her frightened eyes. And yet, how it had been. Well, you don't forget things like that. Would he have acted the same way? Well, it was worth it, it was worth it.

And how did Nastya herself characterize all this for herself? Coercion, yes. Rape – probably not. I mean, she really didn't put up much of a fight. Yeah, she said no. But she didn't actively resist.

Did she feel a wild anger, a desire for revenge? No. Strangely enough, no. She was worried about the whole thing, and even thought that some of it was her fault – as women usually thought. Even though it wasn't her fault. You'd be scared too if you had three armed men in your house.

Did she forgive it all? I guess you can't say that either. After all, they took advantage of her.

Did it warm her that she had been given money? First of all, she didn't know if she could convert it into money, even though they had explained to her how. And secondly, no, it did not, although she needed the money very much.

Strangely enough, she made no attempt to contact the man who visited her on a visit, deleted his number and forgot to think about him.

And you know why? Because despite the wildness of the whole situation, she felt these days how much they wanted her, how much they thought of her, how willing they were to take care of her in some little things like coffee, even lunches, even cleaning. And overall – it was a weird feeling when she didn't feel alone. Yes, it's wild. But it's true.

You know, when a woman is very much desired and it is frank, it raises some inner confidence very much. It's purely feminine. Yes, it wasn't exactly the same situation, but still.

She remembered how she had unexpectedly had an orgasm with Oleg and more than once. She really hadn't expected it.

Did she single out Oleg among the three of them? Yes, she did. Again, it was hard to pronounce the word "liked" – yet he, like all of them, took advantage of the situation, held her if she started to resist even a little. But … But yes, stood out.

Before he left, he hugged her. And she caught herself thinking that it still felt good. But she didn't say anything back. It was still hard for her. Hard that all this had happened.

And there's one more aspect you're sure to be thinking about. Wasn't Nastia afraid of getting pregnant? No, she wasn't. The thing is that her relationship with that man was too superficial, no one was calling her to marry, so to speak, and so Nastya used injections once every three months to protect herself. She had no plans to make him "happy" with the phrase "I'm pregnant".

By the way, why didn't she ask Oleg to stand up for her when they were sitting together on the veranda and it was clear that he liked her? Well, first of all, how much he liked her was unclear. Secondly, she was afraid to hear a refusal. Thirdly … Even if he said yes, what would happen then? What if there was a conflict between them? And if someone used a weapon? And then, of course, Nastya hoped that it was already over. She realized that it might not be, but she hoped.

But yeah, let's finally get to what happened next.

Peter

Somewhere in the middle of the road, a message came from Oleg – "Sunny, where are you, will you be in St. Petersburg soon?". Despite his fears and worries, he couldn't help himself, he kept thinking about her.

"On my way for now, most likely tomorrow mid-afternoon" replied Nastya, she didn't feel like there was any point in hiding anything here.

"I've asked my uncle to meet you, he's already looked for some cheap apartments for you to choose from, I've sent him the money for the deposit and the first month" – Oleg thought it was the least he could do for her.

Here Nastya tensed – on the one hand, of course, it's great, because she has no idea where to go and she has no money as such cash. BUT! Holy shit – that also uncle????

As Nastya was silent for a long time, Oleg realized that she had thought something wrong.

"Sunny, don't you worry, my uncle is a deeply married man, the kids are big now, you have nothing to worry about, I just asked him to help" Oleg explained.

"And how did you explain our acquaintance?" – Nastya finally decided to ask.

"I only said everything in general terms"-Oleg-"I only said that me and the guys hung out at your place for almost a week and in general we owe you a lot, I didn't say anything else."

"Honestly dishonorable?" – Nastya clarified suspiciously

"Yeah, you have nothing to worry about," Oleg assured her.

And that's pretty much what happened.

"Have you fallen in love, Olezha?" – Uncle Volodya was surprised when his nephew addressed him with such an unexpected request.

Actually, he had no time to look for some apartments and to meet someone, but Olezha asked him very much, and it was inconvenient to refuse his nephew, who was in a war zone.

You might think it's strange that everyone corresponds with each other so freely. Well, not exactly freely – it varies from person to person, whether they have a connection or not, whether they are allowed to use phones or not.

But while Oleg was not involved in active actions and could help Nastya as much as possible, which he did.

"I kiss you between your legs," Oleg wrote by evening, though he was afraid she would stop replying altogether.

Nastya didn't respond. She didn't know how she should react to this. Although it was understandable that hormones were at play, and she was the last, so to speak, his sexual object.

And still a little wary of meeting her uncle, though she didn't refuse help.

Uncle Volodya turned out to be an ordinary man of about 48, quite decent-looking for his age, quite pleasant to talk to, and a lover of jokes. He didn't have much time, which he said at once – and this actually calmed Nastya down.

So, they quickly ran through all the options and Nastya chose the option closest to the center, though not the best, but the closest to the center, immediately gave the deposit and the first month. Uncle Volodya paid from the money Oleg sent him. Oleg also asked him to help with the money transfer, but he didn't know much about it himself, so he suggested that Nastya call his son, who was already 18, to explain everything to her step by step.

Uncle Volodya also gave Nastya some cash so that she could buy something to eat for the first few days.

This is also from the ones Oleg sent.

"Eh, Olezha-Olezha," sighed Uncle Volodya, who was more concerned about his nephew's fate than about a girl he didn't know, though pleasant.

Nastya had a laptop, and she took it with her. So, the next day all she had to do was open a bank account and get a card.

Will they open it? Well, they're supposed to.

An account was opened for Nastya, and she managed to withdraw the money with the help of Uncle Volodya's eldest son Petya. She left some of it in the crypt.

Life was really getting better, and even considering it was already quite late in the fall, Nastya was walking around and enjoying Peter, just as she had dreamed.

Of course, she visited the Hermitage … 4 times in one month.

She could afford to just enjoy life, sit in a cafe somewhere downtown, watch the rain, go to the theater, and walk, walk, walk.

No, Nastya was not a spender, so in cafes she usually took only coffee and maybe some cookies, sometimes spoiled herself with a bun, if there was a very tasty pastry.

She ate a little in general, joined a gym at a discount, bought some clothes – also at a discount.

She generally wore things for a long time and took good care of them.

From time to time there were texts from Oleg (when he had the opportunity) of a very erotic nature. She honestly wrote to him – "I don't know what to say.

She answered questions about Peter with pleasure and in detail.

Sometimes, very rarely, Kirill wrote, asked how she had gotten there, said he remembered her. He did remember, and always with a smile.

Ivan finished his service after a month and went home.

He was very concerned that nothing would come to light and he could live in peace in the civilian life. Therefore, he also transferred money, and quite a decent amount, and frankly wrote that he really hoped for her decency, because he wanted to live in peace and had his own plans for his personal life.

Nastya wrote that he could take it easy. Why was she going through all this now? Why would it be brought up again? Why bring it up again?

But as for remembering – is it possible to forget? Of course, from time to time, is flashed before her mind's eye.

But by and large, it made little sense now, especially what and to whom would she prove and why?

Nastya did not want to meet refugees like her. She didn't want other people's memories, she didn't want to talk about her own.

Fear of death is not something nice to talk about over a cup of coffee.

She naturally started actively looking for a job, but she didn't want to go as a salesperson. She had a medical degree, but it would have been difficult to get a normal position right away, especially since she was not working in her specialty. So, she started looking for something related and simpler. And she came across an opportunity for quick training in laser rejuvenation, weight loss, and so on and so forth.

She liked the idea, especially since it was a fairly well-paid job. Her appearance was just right – slender, pleasant, but not provocative, not flamboyant. A pleasant, in a word, young woman.

Literally in a month she took this course and literally started walking around all the salons. And her medical education, in this case, played a role. Even though she had never worked in medicine.

She could afford, at her rather frugal pace, to live for about six months as well, but still she decided not to procrastinate until the last minute.

Oleg didn't write anything for about a month. And then suddenly he did.

"You know, I don't know how you'll feel about this, but I thought I should tell you after all – Kirill is gone …"

Nastya somehow felt everything squeeze inside her, and she burst into tears. Of course, it was so strange to regret the death of the one who, in fact, was the cause of all this, and in the format in which it was happening. He was, in fact, the instigator and the main conductor of all these actions.

But Nastya was sobbing. She cried and cried. It was everything – the stress she had been hiding and suppressing, and the actual grief over his death. After all, he was, above all, a man who in turn had also helped her, and generally treated her well, and actually … She realized that the whole point was that the situation was extremely tempting for them, very convenient, and she was, in fact, very modestly resisting.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry …" – she wrote.

And Oleg somehow felt that she was really sorry, that it was true.

It wasn't that it was pleasant, but it spoke all the same to the fact that she considered them human and not … something else.

"Ivan is already a civilian," she wrote

"I know," Oleg replied

"He was still sending me money," she thought, no need to hide it.

"I know that too," Oleg confirmed

"Take care of yourself," Nastya wrote quite sincerely

"That's just the way it is," Oleg rightly remarked, but he was very pleased to hear it.

Kirill was sitting on a hillside somewhere, everything was in a haze, he was looking up somehow. At first, he thought it was a dream. But then he realized that this was it, he would never come back, he would never wake up again.

Suddenly he heard a familiar sob – because he'd heard Nastya sobbing before – then on the bed, when he'd blurted "kill."

He turned at that crying and found himself in Nastya's apartment; he saw her again, sitting in an armchair, hugging her legs and sobbing. He was a bastard after all, how could he "joke" like that. Suddenly he and Nastya felt terribly sorry for himself – well, he is still so young, he did not fulfill his plan of "We can not all, of course, we can not, but we will try. In fact, of course, it's not true. He didn't have a plan. He was just saying that. He was handsome, and he was popular with the female sex, and of course he was popular. But not as much as you might think, often.

He suddenly felt like stroking Nastya's head, so he did.

"Kirill," Nastya whispered confused – she suddenly felt someone stroking her head.

The curtain swayed as if from a draught, but there was no draught....

The next day Nastya had to go to two interviews for her new job at the salon as a specialist in all sorts of laser procedures.

And Kyril decided to go with her to make her successful.

Are you surprised? Well, yes, "go" is a figure of speech, but he decided to go nonetheless.

When he realized that the first option did not suit her, because the landlady there was, to put it mildly, not very decent, he made every effort to prevent her from getting there at all. And she broke her heel, and forgot her phone, and did not get on the route. In short, it was a total bummer and then she decided not to be late for the second interview and forget about the first one.

But the second place was just good, and the owner is a decent woman and the contingent was very wealthy in this salon.

Kirill used all his charm to make the best possible impression on the hostess, and she melted, and did not pay attention to her complete lack of experience in this field. She just liked Nastya very much.

Now know this – just because you didn't get somewhere doesn't mean you're out of luck.

Nastya was a responsible girl, so there were no complaints about her. She had no problem taking clients until late in the evening – she had no one to meet anyway. Of course, she didn't have any girlfriends yet either, although she tried to get acquainted just to socialize. But in a big city, that, strangely enough, is not so easy.

Yasha

And then there was this one client who's been coming in a lot. He wanted his tummy, his face, and everything! Naturally, Nastya guessed that the reason was her.

And then, finally, he asked her out for coffee! The man was clearly older, though he looked very good. Probably about 46 years old.

He looked after himself carefully. His name was Yasha. Of course, Nastya was confused by the age difference, but, in general, she had never met anyone on purpose, and here she was invited somewhere. Why not go?

Yasha took her to one of the most expensive cafes in town. Downtown, of course. And it was nice. And the atmosphere was pleasant, and Yasha was generally talkative and quite an interesting conversationalist. He told a lot of things and about something. But, on the whole, it was not boring.

Then he invited her to the theater. And then, of course, they went out to eat – and again everything was expensive and beautiful.

And both times there was no hint of continuing the banquet – and this also bought Nastya off. A serious man, she thought.

Then they went to the exhibition. And then, after the exhibition, again to an expensive, very nice place. And then – well, it had to be like that! Literally leaving the restaurant, she somehow stumbled and … Shit – "I think I broke my ankle" – Nastya realized that she couldn't step on her foot anymore. "Well, how could it be," Nastya lamented. Yasha picked her up in his arms, took her to the trauma center, sat there, asked for the most comfortable cast, even paid something extra, took her home, took her up to her apartment, helped her with her bag and even offered to help her undress.

Here Nastya stopped him and told him that she could manage on her own and that the ankle fracture was not very serious and that she was quite capable. Yasha offered his help many times, but in the end, after Nastya's insistence that she could manage on her own, he left, but an hour later he called to ask how she was doing. Nastia had even managed to partially bathe, so she was doing fine. She had the painkillers, so she managed to sleep. Still from the trauma center, she sent a message to her landlady that she would definitely not be able to go to work tomorrow, but she would try in two weeks – she realized that in two weeks the bone would already be sufficiently healed and she, partially sitting on a chair, would be able to work.

The landlady, of course, was wildly upset, Nastya had a lot of clients hanging on her, but what was there to do – there was nothing to be done about the fracture.

Nastya slept for a very long time, she had her groceries and had a quiet breakfast without hurrying. And in the afternoon Yasha appeared again! With bags full of some goodies. And started to prepare lunch. And I must say, he did it successfully. It was nice. His caring was a nice touch.

The next day he didn't come, but he called and apologized wildly, although Nastya didn't understand why he should apologize at all. He showed up a day later and again brought groceries and again prepared lunch. After lunch they sat down to watch something, some television show. He covered her with a plaid and began to lightly touch her other leg. Nastya took his hand away. Somehow it didn't seem quite in time.

Of course, she realized that his interest extended beyond mere friendly participation. Of course, she realized that at some point he had to move to a more active role. But somehow, still, probably not now.

"Yes, yes, I understand," and Yasha hurried away, it was obvious he was having a hard time restraining himself.

But did Nastya need all this? It is very hard to say, because she had no one, not even girlfriends, in fact, she was alone in St. Petersburg, apart from Oleg writing from time to time.

She didn't let him know that someone was courting her – why should she? Why would he ask?

So – she was alone, not counting communication at work, which, by the way, was very friendly and pleasant – but still it was limited to work – everyone has their own families, someone already has children …

And Yasha's participation was very pleasant. And he was generally pleasant to her. He did not annoy her in any way.

And about ten days later, when they were sitting on her corner couch again, his stroking became very insistent. Nastya wanted to pull his hand away again, but he moved closer to her, and his hand was already in her crotch.

"Yasha, I'm afraid, I'm afraid for now," said Nastya, meaning, by the way, exactly that – "for now."

Yasha realized that, on the whole, it was almost a yes.

"Sunny, Nastenka, I'll do to make you feel good, I won't do anything else."

"Yasha, Yasha …" – But Yasha was determined this time, and for the strange first time, when he really did it for her only, she came. In general, it was strange, because it was not something that was peculiar to Nastya – to cum with half a kick, so to speak.

Nastya was very embarrassed and, in general, was ready for the same continuation towards him, but he said "No, no, don't, I understand, it's still difficult and uncomfortable for you" – although geez, what's so uncomfortable about that?

But still, he refused.

Nastya was really confused by this kind of behavior. It was the first time it had happened to her that man didn't want anything from her.

When two weeks later, already before going to work, it had already happened more or less fully on the bed, he stayed lying in bed with her and the conversation about what had happened during the hostilities came up. After all, she had already mentioned that she had lived alone and traveled alone. Of course, he brought the conversation to how she had survived it, and whether nothing "that" had actually happened.

For some reason, Nastya decided to tell him everything. For some reason it seemed to her that she had to be honest with him, if they were to have any kind of relationship.

Yes, she realized it could be shocking.

Somehow she felt like she couldn't hide it, so that if the relationship worked out, it wouldn't come up later. Although how could it "come out"?? It couldn't. Women are so stupid, what can I say?

"Yasha, I wanted to tell you, I don't know if I really should, but since you and I have developed a relationship, I think it might be important," she began.

"Yes, of course, Nastenka, of course, you can trust me, there is no way I would ever say that you did something wrong" – Yasha actually lurched as he didn't know yet what the conversation would be about.

"You see, before I left, there was an incident. There were three soldiers in my house" – Yasha's breath caught – "Wow, three of them," he thought.

"Sunshine, what did they do?" – Yasha looked into her eyes and stroked her hand with concern.

"You see, I was very frightened, I guess I was misbehaving too, but they … they …" – Nastya didn't know how to put it all into words.

"Sunny, come on, it's not your fault, are you saying they raped you?" – Yasha got to the heart of the matter.

"You can trust me, it's okay," he assured her.

"You see, I was so scared, I hardly resisted," she explained.

"Did they threaten you, hit you?" – Yasha clarified.

"No, but I was really scared, I guess I should have been more active in resisting somehow" – Nastya tried to justify the whole situation.

"My girl, it's not your fault at all, they had no right to touch you anyway," Yasha assured her.

He couldn't resist, however, and asked an additional question:

"Was it a one-time thing?"

"No, I had them for five days …" – replied Nastya.

"And all this time …?" – Yasha moved closer to her, goosebumps went all over his body, but it was actually arousal …

"Yes," a lump came up to her throat.

Yasha wanted to ask a lot more questions, but restrained himself.

"We can turn to the police, since there's really no statute of limitations on this," he suggested. Did he want to go to the police with her? Absolutely not! But Nastya didn't realize it.

"Yeah no, I settled down a long time ago. And they helped me with the money," said Nastya. She was not so shaken by the memories now.

"So – paid off?" – Yasha asked. And he mentally checked the box.

"It turns out I did. I really needed the money at that moment," Nastya explained. She wasn't embarrassed or ashamed, she just told it like it is.

"Oh, I understand, you're in such shock, I'm sorry for forcing things, I understand," he stroked her head, kissing her, but then his hand slipped lower. And he started caressing her there again, and then he did enter her.

Back then, Nastya had a flicker of an idea that it didn't shock him, but aroused him.

A glimpse and then it was gone.

Marriage

Everything was very nice, Yasha was very caring and surrounded Nastya with care and attention. At that time Nastya did not realize that it was not only care and attention, but total control. He called constantly and kept checking where she was and what she was doing.

Nastia never saw it as a big deal and always responded.

At first, she didn't really understand what was going on. After the time she told him everything, they hadn't had anything for about a month. She thought he was shocked by that story and didn't want to continue, and all this courting was just like that, kind of before he left so he wouldn't look bad. So, when he came over to her house once again, but didn't show any sexual advances, she decided to bring it up.

"Yasha, I understand that you were shocked by that story, and I understand you, it's just that if you would like to end our relationship, you just tell me, I won't take offense," she said.

Yasha got excited and started to say quickly – "Nastenka, honey, my girl, you have misunderstood everything, I sympathize with you, but you have misunderstood everything, it's just that I, unfortunately, do not have everything as wonderful as I would like it to be, you know?". He started kissing her, stroking her, and again he was between her legs and brought her to orgasm to confirm that he really wanted to continue the relationship. After another month, he offered to move in with her.

In fact, Yasha was terribly frightened at that moment, because he was in no way, under no circumstances, ready to lose Nastya.

"Well, really, why should you pay rent, I have such a spacious apartment, you'll love it, you don't have to do anything there, I cook myself, and there's a nice woman who does the cleaning, she comes three times a week"

Nastia tensed up a little and said she had to think about it.

She didn't want to lose her apartment, although Yasha's apartment was certainly posh and in the center. In the vast majority of cases, a great many girls would want to move into such an apartment – even if only temporarily.

And Yasha's apartment was gorgeous! It was about 160 meters, spacious, with a huge kitchen-dining room, smoothly transitioning into the living room, as was now customary. There were some interesting ceilings, 3D wallpaper on the walls, the kitchen and living room were decorated in Italian style in light colors, the master bedroom had green colors and the bath was also in green and golden colors, natural floors of dark red eucalyptus, which was very unusual. There were a lot of antiques in the apartment, but without overdoing it. And everything there was very comfortable and convenient – armchairs and sofas soft and comfortable, not just pretty. Poufs, soft rugs. And for whom did Yasha build this nest? He himself did not know, he just wanted, probably, always such a cozy Nastya. He didn't know, he just felt that way. And of course, the huge windows overlooking Peter and the Neva.

But Nastya was afraid. It wasn't even clear what exactly, but she was afraid of being dependent, and she was afraid that at some point reproaches and claims might start – "You live on my territory, so…". And no one knows what might follow. And she didn't want any of that. Not that she was unable to fulfill any household requirements or did not want to cook, for example, she just did not want there to be any requirements, she had lived alone for a long time and was used to managing her time herself, and in principle she was afraid of getting into dependence.

Realizing that she was afraid, Yasha again made an offer, which, so to speak, was hard to refuse – he offered to put an amount on her account that would cover half a year's rent for a decent apartment, so that she wouldn't be dependent and if she didn't like something, she could rent something herself. Plus, he offered to pay a month's rent for now, so she could come back here if anything happened.

The owner of the salon started talking about it (Yasha had obviously asked her to), that Yakov Vikentyevich was a very decent and serious man and she had not noticed that he changed women often and she had not seen him with women in general, and that it could be very good for Nastya and that it was high time for him to have children and Nastya should think about it too. And Irina, the owner, said quite sincerely, she absolutely believed in her words, because she really did not notice anything "so" Yasha, he really behaved always decently and this is actually the first time when he started a relationship with a girl who worked in her salon, although he was a regular customer. Plus, she knew how wealthy and influential he was. She believed quite sincerely that this was a classy match for Nastia. She was absolutely sure that the girl was just "slowing down" because of the stress she had experienced during the fighting and did not fully realize her happiness.

Did Irina think about why Yakov, for all his virtues, was still single? Well, you know, it happens that people like that don't work out. Not everyone is lucky in love.

In fact, the offer was tempting, and even on such terms! And Nastya agreed. And Yasha had done everything to make her agree. He was very attentive, caring in various little things, and very generous. Even if he saw that Nastya looked at something in the store, he immediately bought it. In the end, Nastya asked to give half of the things back, because, in fact, she didn't need that much. And that convinced Yasha even more of the rightness of his choice.

Nastya stayed to live at Yasha's. A month passed, and there was no reason to go anywhere and be dissatisfied with anything. Nastya had NO responsibilities at home. Although she did cook from time to time, of course.

Her only "duty" was … was to wear something sexy at home. Yasha always chose clothes for her at home and asked her to wear them. Sexy for Yasha was the i in soft socks, in a cozy robe open and under it lace panties and lace beacon. But when Nastya went out somewhere, on the contrary, the style was more relaxed, more spacious clothes of soft warm colors. She was moderately restrained in her makeup.

Next, Yasha naturally started talking about her quitting her job. Since he was very annoyed by her late appearances.

No, he didn't have to do the dishes or anything, he just wanted her home always, or almost always.

And one night he brought it up.

"Sunshine, my girl, I wanted to talk to you," he began.

"Yes, Yasha," Nastya always took any of his suggestions calmly, as he never disadvantaged her in any way.

He sat down at her feet and began kneading her feet to get her as relaxed as possible.

"Why would you want to go to work? Well, you know, we already live together, I have enough money, plus it's not good for my status that you work at a salon, let's think of something else?" – he suggested.

"What's different?" – Nastya wondered. Although she would have liked "something else."

"I was just thinking, you mentioned that you'd like to do psychology, and it's a very in-demand profession at the moment and you can work from home – it's very convenient. I can pay for any training you choose. Please don't think about the cost, it doesn't matter" – it was important for Yasha to hear yes, he could offer anything as long as she left her job.

In fact, of course for Nastya it was a very tempting offer, first – she really wanted to do psychology, second – it was really a demanded profession at the moment, third – she would also like to work from home, like many people nowadays. Of course, she started to hesitate because she was losing her source of income, but Yasha made the offer again:

"Sunny, I understand that you are worried that you won't have an income, I've already put 300 thousand into your account, you won't need to spend it, it's just your 'safety cushion' and I'm paying for your tuition too" – this was already the last decisive argument.

Nastya said she would think about it, but actually Yasha realized from the look on her face that it was YES!!!!!.

"Yes, of course, sunshine, you need to think about it," Yasha said in the evening, and at night he did everything he could to make Nastya cum twice.

And in the morning he had already come back to this conversation and Nastia couldn't resist saying "Yes!".

Yasha immediately left the room to call Irina, the owner of the salon.

In order for her not to be upset about losing a good employee, he immediately transferred money to her for such "inconvenience". Irina did not want to part with Nastya, but she understood everything – Yakov's woman could not work in the salon, it was clear enough.

"Yes, Yakov Vikentyevich, I understand you, of course, thank you for your concern," she replied, by "concern" she meant monetary compensation.

Naturally, Yasha no longer let Nastya go to work for a single day.

Nastya asked to pay for several courses, as she realized that she would not get anything serious in terms of real knowledge in three months. She chose the most serious training, and also the longest. And Yasha was more than satisfied with it. Nastya stayed at home, studied, went out only to go shopping or to a cafe, and all the entertainment was only with him – theaters, exhibitions, movies and guests.

In fact, one would think that Nastya had simply fallen into a fairy tale. Yes, Yasha was older, so what?

He started taking her to visit his friends and acquaintances. It was not very often, probably only once a month, but it made Nastya more and more convinced of the seriousness of his intentions. Nastya was generally well received. First, Yasha was respected, and no one doubted his "excellent" choice. Secondly, Nastya really made a pleasant impression. Moderately modest, clearly educated, not stupid, she spoke only if asked. A pleasant young woman in every way.

They rarely had sex, and everything was very modest on his part. And occasionally there were times when he gave pleasure only to her. Since his boner was not very good, he had achieved considerable success and skill in this area, if I may say so.

And then came that unfortunate day, which remained in her memory for a long time.

Yasha was obviously up to something, he had prepared the bed, candles, champagne, offered to drink a little, eat fruit, and take a bath in the shower. Well, in general, Nastya naturally did not suspect anything at that time, as it was just a kind of romantic evening. As you can understand, at that time she was no longer working.

He said he was going to surprise her. And he went to open the door for someone. She thought it was a delivery. But it wasn't.

Three rather attractive physically well-built guys walked in.

She looked at Yasha in bewilderment and even stupefaction.

"It's for you, I'm the one who invited them for you," muttered Yasha somehow unconvincingly.

"And I don't need to," Nastya replied clearly.

However, as it turned out, her consent was not required. They threw her on the bed without any further foreplay, and despite, this time, her desperate resistance and screams, they did to her everything imaginable, what could not be imagined and what was very difficult to imagine. She screamed, she lashed out, she begged Yasha to stop it, but he just watched, and then he brought out a camera and put it on tape.

When they left, Nastya ran to the shower, it was unbearable, she wanted to peel off all her skin. And Yasha ran after her, undressed, embraced her and started kissing her, hugging her, caressing her.

"Forgive me, forgive me, please forgive me, I'm such an idiot, I'm such an asshole, I'm such an asshole. Well, forgive me please, my girl, it will never happen again, I promise you, just forgive me. I beg you, calm down, it's okay, it's over."

Nastya sobbed

"Yasha, how could you, how could you…"

Here she realized that he was very aroused, much more than he had ever been. His manhood was much firmer and even bigger. Then he turned her to face the glass and entered her standing upright. He was considerably taller and he had to lift her up, but physically Yasha was in good shape. It was unexpected. Everything was unexpected-the fact that he had such a hard-on, and the fact that he took her roughly, violently this time.

Then he took her to the bed and continued there, again and again. And this time it was completely different. It was as if it wasn't Yasha at all, the same old Yasha.

"Marry me, Nastya, marry me," he whispered when he had finished.

It was totally mind-blowing.

"Nastya, you already have two million in your account" – Nastya was really stunned at that moment. He showed her her own phone with a text message from the bank.

"And I'll still have a present for you in the morning," he watched her reaction. He watched her reaction with bated breath.

Nastya was confused, exhausted and very surprised, though she was rather in a state of – "I'll think about it tomorrow" – because it was no longer possible today.

Nastya couldn't think about anything anymore, she curled up under the blanket and lay sobbing, while he pressed against her from the back and continued to stroke and soothe her.

"What is it, how did I get so unlucky?" thought Nastya in despair.

No, she wasn't afraid of anything this time. She didn't even think about the fact that Yasha was a powerful man in fact – or rather a man with very good connections. It was just so embarrassing. To come and say that you have lived with a man for so long and suddenly … And how on earth would she prove it? She washed away absolutely every trace of it.

Yasha brought sedatives and sleeping pills and Nastya eventually passed out.

Kirill was still here, by the way. His mom was crying all the time, and he didn't know what to do about it, and he couldn't leave either. It was natural – after all, her favorite, the only, the best son was gone. She had asked him so much to leave, why had he gone! His father had another family, but of course he was also shocked and very sad. Despite the fact that he divorced his mom, he never stopped communicating with his son and always helped them. Actually, Kirill knew his half-brother and sister and in general treated them normally. Mom had not resented his father for a long time and eventually came to the idea – that she was so comfortable! You know, there are women who are comfortable living alone with their son. No, she was courted by men and even dated them from time to time, but one was not like that and the other was not like that. In short, she just didn't particularly want to. And Kirill did not interfere with her personal life, because he himself had this personal life from a fairly young age was enough. There are such handsome lovers who never doubt their attractiveness. No, that didn't mean he was ready with every one that fell for him. By and large, he was quite choosy and had far fewer women than it might seem at first glance.

So, Kirill was still here and heard Nastya's screams. He immediately moved into this room and was horrified, but there was nothing he could do. Such an amount of adrenaline release, such a powerful and dense areola of rather aggressive-sexual energy was simply knocking him off his feet. And right in the moment, there was nothing he could do.

He was also completely out of it. He honestly watched Nastya sometimes and saw Yasha. But he was also sure that it was a good option. And suddenly such a shock. And when he did it with her, was it not a shock? Well, of course he shared it very much for himself. And it really wasn't. It wasn't like that at all.

When it all passed and he was no longer hit by this wild wave, he had a desire for revenge. However, seeing how Yasha (a pervert) is nevertheless attached to Nastya, how he apologizes, how he is ready to do a lot to make amends … He decided not to touch him, at least as long as he takes care of Nastya …

But those three didn't fare so well. One, however, got away with a broken arm. Another had a car in pieces and a month of hospitalization, and the third was beaten up very badly after some very drunken party, where he "lost his way" and started hitting on someone's girlfriend. And, you know, in their heads they had a glimpse that it all "flew" for their piggishness – you can't do absolutely everything for money. But Yasha was looking for exactly the kind of people who would do anything for money. But that was, of course, later.

She decided not to go out at night. And in the morning …

In the morning, a sky-colored Mercedes convertible was waiting for her, just as she had dreamed!

You think she just forgive it for the money? Wouldn't you forgive it for that kind of money??

And it wasn't just that. It was the fact that before that she was surrounded by care, attention, affection.

And of course Yasha never left her side for a second. Of course, he was afraid that she would go to the police. He realized that of course he could keep the case quiet, but why bring it to this?

Why didn't he just offer her the two million right away? What if she had said yes? Yasha knew people too well, and he realized that she wouldn't have said yes anyway. And he couldn't risk it – as soon as he revealed his cards and she refused, he had a big chance of losing her.

And now, after this seemingly endless night, so nightmarish, she was sitting in the same kitchen-dining room again. And Yasha was making coffee for her in a copper pot, looking at her carefully. And it was as if nothing had happened.

"Sunny, what do you want for breakfast?" – Yasha asked. He was ready to do anything. And not just breakfast.

"Yasha, I don't want anything," Nastya's mood was naturally depressed.

"Sunshine, I wasn't joking about marriage at all – let's go right now and apply," he suggested, hugging her from behind and kissing the back of her neck.