Paparazzi. Novel. Vitaly Novikov
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They found a booth near the entrance to the hall, where there was less hustle and bustle. On the table was the complimentary appetizer dishes and five glasses of champagne. “It’s good to be known; to go to any events where a lot of free food and booze” Oleg thought. For this he was not sorry of some of the victims of their work. Oleg took a sandwich with red caviar and bit it off. How delicious it is. His colleague from a rival tabloid bespectacled Ivan looked at Oleg with surprise. Oleg caught his eye. Well, to hell with him, let him amazed and envious. He himself would probably want to be in his place, only he was not invited to drink champagne charming girls.
“Come on drink up,” said Alena said, smiling widely.
“Come on.”
Oleg took a glass of champagne and clinked glasses with Alena. They drank. Oleg half a glass, Alena made a small SIP and erotically licked her lips. She smiled.
“You are strange.”
“Way?”
“You are anxious and nervous.
“It is such job.”
“It’s hard.”
“Yes? It is difficultly. Alena, you’re probably mad at me for those images that are printed. I’m sorry. Believe me it’s not my doing. I have uploaded some photos to the Internet on one site. Them out someone steal.”
Alena looked at Oleg.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have to throw your pictures to the network,” again Oleg apologized. “But you must to remember, that we do not negotiate, how I’ll dispose this pictures.”
“I well remember that shot.”
“It’s throe?”
“You worked as a professional, as someone, who knows his business. I felt some unknown force in you. I had the feeling, that I was ready to execute any your order, that you have commanded me at that time. It was a good job, and I have nothing to be ashamed for those pictures. It is beautiful as well-everything, that made by a great master.”
“Yes, I know a lot about the business. I brag, sorry.
“You are worthy of praise. Do you have someone now; I mean a girlfriend or wife?
“No.”
“Let’s we will meet; we will go for a ride on the boat on the Moscow river. Write down my phone number.”
Two days later they rode on the boat on the Moscow river. It was a sunny June day. Alena was glad every little thing, like a little child. Oleg wasn’t used that. He was acting reserved and serious. Alena told about their favorite places in Moscow. After a river trip Alena offered to walk around the city. It seems, she was attracted to the river. They walked along the promenade. Alena told funny stories from her life, and then loudly laughed. Oleg in response just smiled. The twilight already began to thicken.
“Why don’t you have a girlfriend?” Alena asked.
“No, because no.”
“Are you a misogynist?”
“No.”
“Are you gay?”
“No.”
“I want a champagne.”
“It’s too late.”
“I don’t care that.”
“Will we go to the restaurant?”
“We will come to me.”
“Where do you live?”
“There is Near Kievskaya metro station. Do we go? Or are you afraid of?”
Oleg thought. He hurt Alena, giving her pictures for publication. She could hold a grudge and take revenge on him; and all this walks and praises at the party can to be a cunning ploy. She is an actress. What if he was waited anybody at the apartment? Anybody can to do him anything: to beat, to rape tube from the vacuum cleaner, to lower the head in the toilet. Oleg walked over to the marble parapet of the embankment and looked at the dark green water.
“What’s wrong with you?” Alena like guessing his condition. “Are you afraid of me? You think, I want you to avenge for those pictures’.
Alena laughed.
“Well. You talk logically like a man. You will never understand woman. We love when we are hurting.”
Oleg looked in her eyes.
He was in a moment became serious.
“Kiss me,” she said.
Oleg not immediately performed her will.
Alena have a spacious apartment-Studio with the walls painted in a soft orange color. The furniture was fashionable of glass and metal. On the wall hung plasma screen. The bar was full of booze. Oleg preferred whiskey, which quickly became tipsy. He was inexperienced in love Affairs. In his thirty-two years he had never been in a serious relationship with a girl. Occasionally he enjoyed the services of prostitutes. Alena was willing to take the initiative in her hands.
“Be bold’ she demanded.
Oleg tried to be more assertive and impulsive. It was started him to like. In bed Alena was both a lioness and a voracious cat. She skillfully directed the actions of Oleg.
In the morning Oleg woke up first. Alena rhythmically snoring, lying on his stomach. Her slim leg and thighs stacked out from thin blanket. Oleg got up, walked to the bar, took out a beer fridge and took a few SIPS. On the windowsill his pack of cigarettes lay. He took out a cigarette and went out onto the balcony. Alena lived on the fifth floor above the treetops. The horizon was closed by a white, grey, red and yellow boxes of houses. The sky was a pure pale blue. The birds were chirping about something, their small business. Oleg listened to this conversation of winged, it was like as if a wife chastises her husband gone on a spree. They were like people. Oleg was smoke coming in the prickly air of the morning. He had never slept in such rich apartments. One room? And what? There is it is the center of the capital. For him, it was high level. He was more down-to-earth person than a dreamer. He remembered the truth: money to money2. Why he was needed Alena? Is it really love? Somehow it all just was easy. Oleg was not a freak. He had a face with regular straight features and gray eyes. His hair was straw color. His figure was a little stooped and thin. He usually ate a little, saved money and was often absorbed in his work, so he was forgotten about small things such as lunch or dinner.
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