Not like a snake

      — She has reached the limit of trust. Romka growled in response to our uncomprehending glances. — She's already fucked me so many times, and I ... and I was like a fucker ... — tears flowed from my friend's eyes, which was very unusual for his tough character. — I've never doubted you guys. Pyatifanov added in a low voice, running the sleeve of his sweatpants over his face, thereby wiping away moisture. — Voltron's team, on. — Byasha grinned, hitting his friend in the shoulder in a friendly way. —The Voltron team...— I repeated, smiling slightly. — I'll show this bitch where she belongs, she'll be on her knees begging for forgiveness. — Roma clenched his fist to such an extent that his knuckles crunched loudly. — The main thing is not to fuck her emotionally. — She's also the reason to fuck with problems. Pyatifanov spat. — I'll explain in words – it will be fine, you fucking provocateur. — Tohich, Romych, do you hear, on? — Byashka pointedly stuck out his index finger, giving us a sign that we need to be silent.       Two pairs of disjointed clacking footsteps and arguing female voices could be heard from around the corner, one of which almost broke into a scream. — Let go, you fool! Katya's voice echoed through the school, and a second later we saw Smirnova herself. Polina appeared after her, clinging to the girl's braid, trying to stop her. Roma immediately rushed to unhook Morozova from my beloved, and I, in turn, ran up to Katerina, giving the trembling girl a hug. — So fuck it. Roman coughed, looking contemptuously at the brunette. — What the fuck is going on? — Romochka, she's… — What the fuck is Romochka? Pyatifanov snapped. — You've fucked me already, you scum. She clearly did not expect such an aggressive response, which caused her jaw to open a little. — You two-faced bastard, you're pissing me off. Get the fuck out of my sight. The young man waved towards the stairwell. — If you show your teeth at Toha or Katka again, you won't take out the consequences, girlfriend. It was even a little pleasant to watch this picture, because the mask of the "good girl" Morozova was now completely smashed by Roma, and the surprised girl just stood listening to the stream of thoughts of someone she had been using for a long time. A second later, the brunette's palm fit into Pyatifanov's face, and she turned around resentfully and ran towards the classroom, tapping her heels on the floor tiles. — A snake! Roma shouted after her. — Tosh, she's gone off the rails... — Smirnova whispered, sniffing. — Don't cry, what are you doing? — the girl probably wanted to answer something, but I stopped her by pressing my lips to hers. — Let's get out of here, Byash, let's not disturb the lovebirds. Pyatifanov, who had already calmed down, grinned, examining the middle finger that I put out to him after such a "witty" joke. The school day ended quickly, because nothing interesting was happening anymore. It's for the best — let such "adventures" go by three letters, or even further. Katya promised to arrange a "fun life" for Morozova after today's incident. And I have no doubt that she will do it perfectly.… After seeing my beloved home, I headed to my apartment, already anticipating the next screams and swearing from my parents. Surprisingly, when I pulled the handle and heard a prolonged creak, I found that the door was open. As soon as I crossed the threshold, my mother appeared in the hallway out of nowhere. —Anton...— her voice was agitated, and a sad smile appeared on her face. — I'm sorry, I really went overboard that day. This sentence was followed by a heavy sigh. — I can imagine that you might not have been found... Tears come to my eyes. This is the first time in the last year that I've heard something truly "parental" about myself. For the first time, I saw the same old mother who, after moving to this wilderness, seemed to have disappeared without a trace. Did she really decide to reflect on the words I said on the "fateful evening"? — Say thank you to Katya. — Lilia Pavlovna has already told about the feat of your classmate, and ... — in the middle of the sentence, mom awkwardly fell silent, choosing her words. — I am very grateful to her. — You'll be able to give it to her in person soon. I grinned, fixing my gaze somewhere on the floor. — What do you mean? Did you invite her to visit? — the parent asked misunderstoodingly. — Well ... not yet, it's just ... — cheeks began to flush, betraying embarrassment. — It's just that we... — a lump rose in my throat, preventing me from saying the most important word. — We're meeting. I summed up, causing surprise on my mother's part. — I'm sure you and her are right for each other. Mom smiled, drawing attention to my tomato—red face. — And now, go rest and gain strength, Romeo. — Mom, damn it! It's not funny ... — after this phrase, I rushed to the second floor, where Olya was already waiting for me, who immediately threw herself on my neck, making me stagger a little. — Brother, you're back! — there was a spark in her eyes again, which had gone out a few days earlier, during the parents' quarrel. — We were worried when you didn't come home.… Mom even cried. — Well, as you can see, I'm fine. I pulled the smile off my face and looked at my sister. — Olya, I'm sorry about that time.… I really didn't want to… — The main thing is that you're okay. The princess hugged me tightly, making it clear that she was no longer offended. — Did you go to watch cartoons?       How, after all, all grievances are quickly forgotten at such an early age… — Yes, now, run to choose. — patting my sister on the head, I went to my room to change into my home clothes. "How similar they are," popped into my head. Two rays of light breaking through the pitch darkness of everyday life. Two princesses giving meaning to this ridiculous depressing life. Two small children — only one is like that in reality, and the second is only in the soul. Both are ready to support and understand. Both need sincere love and care. After all, both have a special place in my sick heart.… They make him fight… I think they'll get along. I'm sure of it. Olya will love Katya, Katya will love Olya. And everything will finally get better, it will be like in a good fairy tale with a good ending.       I'm not too lazy to clean up, but it seems unlikely       Better a mess than their adult messes       And the world, as if it was created then only for us       And my beloved parents are younger than I am now.