© Leon Malin, 2017

ISBN 978-5-4485-3707-3

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Part 1

I love my birthdays. Since the morning you feel a surge of energy, a good mood, in a word, a birthday boy. Today, in spite of various small matters, I feel great. And this feeling can not even spoil my wife Nina. More precisely, she is not my wife, we live together. More precisely, I live on her living space. Apartment at Nina is big, three-roomed. We live together for several years. At present, however, our relations have deteriorated. Whose fault is it, I do not know. Probably common, fed up with each other. Less often, we began to fulfill “conjugal duties”. Sveya, Nina’s sister, is driving her wedge into our relationship, I did not like her from the very beginning. Sophia lived not with us (fortunately), but we met quite often. Yes, and to talk on the phone sisters loved. In addition to Sophia (where without her) today’s party invited a friend of Nina Lena with her husband Roman. The novel with Lena was also not painted and lived in the so-called “civil marriage”. Friends were friends, we were friends, too, by “families”. Lena was an interesting and cheerful woman. She loved to sing and dance. With Lena (and her husband) it was always fun and at ease. Another friend of mine was invited, Vadim, because I had a birthday all the same. Vadim was a gambler, he liked to eat and drink. Especially at someone else’s expense, as Nina said. She also said the first toast today: “Dear Sergey, I congratulate you on your birthday. I wish you health, prosperity, good mood and happiness! “She kissed me and sat down. A gift from Nina was cooking and table setting, so she believed. Then Sofia congratulated: “Sergei! Congratulate you with Holliday. I wish all the best. I also wish you to pay more attention to the family, to your beautiful wife. Age, Serezha, you are no longer youthful (and older than me by 5 years), it’s time for you to stop working on empty projects, and find a good job and get decent money. It’s for you (she meant me and Nina) from me. “And she gave me an envelope with money. The table was laid well. Different salads, snacks, cold. A hot dish and dessert were expected. Bottles are also for different tastes. Vadim leaned against the white one. He rose up to congratulate me: “Seryozha, congratulations! I wish you all that you wish yourself. Well, of course, money. How much do you need for complete happiness? “I thought:" A couple million would suit me. " – “Total?” – “Yes, two million