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She realized what kind of feeling it was when she opened the door, letting the driveway chill into the apartment instantly hardened her nipples and crawl.
It was a funny anger.
It was as if Sasha was poured out of a tub and the guillotine was hung over his head.
The guillotine, which she herself has created.
Trembling and goosebumps, the naked girl somehow closed the door and looked at the landing.
It was empty here, but behind the next door someone was obviously listening to music.
We had to hurry, while no one saw her.
“No one saw it was ridiculous,” Sasha thought darkly and went in the direction of the elevator.
The sound of the shoe soothed, inspired confidence.
Sasha called the elevator and began to twist the necklace in her hands in anticipation.
As if internally the girl did not ask the elevator to go slower, he nevertheless arrived.
She hesitated a little, realizing that if she went into it, there would be no going back.
Time flew vilely forward, pushing her toward the elevator.
The choice for her made the sound of an opening door, because of which the music hammered.
Sasha slipped inside the elevator and pressed the floor button.
The doors slowly, with a screech, slammed shut.
The elevator spasmodically twitched and finally got under way.
Like all Moscow and Moscow elevators, this cabin was not distinguished by the cleanliness of the walls and partitions.
The walls were smeared with cave paintings, the mirror was broken, and also, as without it, someone clearly desecrated one of the corners of the elevator.
Sasha indifferently looked at one point, which is one of the mysterious pictures of the ill-mannered youth.
Light, almost weightless in her “dress”, the girl resembled an ancient nymph who inexplicably found herself in a spattered box.
True, the nymph had empty and apathetic eyes.
Even when the elevator stopped clearly earlier than required, the girl only looked at her naked body, grinned and moved aside, freeing the place for the newcomer.
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A girl of about nine years old with a pink scooter, who was staring at Sasha, turned out to be a newcomer.
She stood a little looking at Alexandra’s sad smile and yet went inside.
Pushed the button.
– Aunty, why are you naked? You that robbed? – the child leaned curiously on the scooter.
– You can say so.
Here I go to the police to contact, but there is no other clothes.
– The girl put up a funny nose – Can you help? – No, thanks girl.
I can handle it myself.
“Probably,” Sasha corrected herself.
During the conversation with the child, the elevator reached the first floor and with a creak spread the doors.
Still smiling at the child, Sasha faced a woman at the exit from the elevator.
Initially, not looking inside, the woman fixed her gaze directly on Sasha’s swaying chest.
She lowered her eyes and turned away, as if burned.
Sasha did not try the patience of a stranger and jumped out of the elevator with lightning speed, clattering her heels.
“Fuck, the whole house probably hears me” – Alexander panicked, running down the shabby stairs.
A bullet swept past the fucking concierge’s face clinging to the glass and approached the exit from the doorway, pressed.
on the button.
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Hearing the squeak of the door being opened, she braced herself, ran her hand over her chest, unsuccessfully trying to calm her heart.
And exhaling sharply opened the door.
I heard surprised cries, felt immodest glances.
Most people did not look at her, buried in all sorts of Soup, but a few onlookers, it was enough for her.
Here is a group of boys of twelve years old dumbfounded at it, releasing from the attention of the recently so intensely kicked ball.
Here is a grandmother with a checkered bag in her hands staring at her with all her suspicious dull eyes.
The old woman could not believe her eyes.
And at the same time secretly rejoiced.
Yet it was not for nothing that Petrovna sat and called all the girls who left the prostitutes.
The last straw for Sasha was the scornful look of a pampered girl of about twenty-five, dressed not much more than Alexander herself.
In her gaze, it was straightforward: “The beaten whore.”
Sasha again felt an injection of cheerful anger.
Out of spite to all, she straightened and walked with a proud, beautiful gait.
Chest from the chill and self-satisfaction crept up, became elastic, and looked even more enormous.
The ass, springing, swaying to the beat of a walk, trembling, attracted.
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