Sweet poison

February 2024 Morning POV. Anfisa. I woke up and realized that I was not at home. I'm being hugged by some curly-haired dude, covered in tattoos, he smells like alcohol. My whole body hurts, and I don't remember anything. My phone is ringing. - Knock him out already! I'm fucking ringing up! Who are you? The guy opened his eyes and stared at me for a long time. - Counter question! And why did you and I end up naked in the same bed?! Was there something between us? "It was," he smiled smugly, —It was, honey! He threw back the blanket and grabbed my chest with his hand, for which he got a bream. - What are you doing, you fool?! -Aren't you fucked up?! -And at night you liked it. - What happened at night will remain at night! I got out of bed and quickly started looking for my things and putting them on myself. Meanwhile, my phone kept ringing. - Can you answer it already? I found the phone on the table by the window. Christina… - Yes, Chris - Fisa, where the fuck are you?! The event is in an hour! - What do you mean what?! We've been preparing for it for a month! If you're not at the restaurant in 30 minutes, you'll be fired. This is not a joke. The boss is angry. - I'll be right there! - You have 30 minutes. - Hey, curly! How can I get a taxi here? What's the address? - Where are you going? - On Tverskaya Street. - Where to?! - To Tverskaya. What is unclear? Or are you not a local? - A local. - And what the fuck is fucked then? - There is no Tverskaya here… She's in Moscow. - Where are we? Not in Moscow? Kid, stop fooling around. Tell me the address and I'll get out of here. - We are not in Moscow. - Dude, they can fire me, don't be stupid! - The city of Abakan! Grushevaya Street! House 5A! The Republic of Khakassia! The country is Russia! Planet Earth! The solar system! The Milky Way galaxy! Is the address detailed enough?! -Fuck… I dialed Kristina. - Are you going? - Kristin… I won't be able to come so soon.… - Soooo, and what is it this time? - I'm in Abakan… - Fisenko, couldn't you think of anything smarter? - Chris, I'm serious! Do you want me to send you geolocation? - Fucked up. Are you real?! -Yes! - Well, that's it, look for a job, you know Ivanich. He'll fire you. - Fuck it, no job, no money, no clothes, and even with some drunk dude in an ABAKAN, Bitch! The call ended immediately. I looked at the phone. Sat down. - Eh, curly, do I have a charger? - I'm actually Gleb. - I don't give a fuck, we need to charge! Curly opened the drawer of the bedside table, rummaged and took out a cable. - Will it do? - Will it do. *** Kitchen. We are sitting at the table and drinking tea. There are no products at all. Fuck it, and how does this man live without food? - So, let's figure out how I ended up in Abakan? - What's the last thing you remember? I started to remember. "Your curly head and your naked self." - And even earlier. - The bar. - And before the bar? - I'm a goat! -Artyom! - But I'm Gleb. - I don't give a fuck! - And then? What did this Asshole do? - He left me! - I remember. You were yelling that on the plane. Don't worry. I remember how you came to the bar, how we met, and how you begged me to take you away with me. Because you liked me. In short, we are here. - Stop. What did you say earlier? - You liked me. - I don't have such terrible taste. "And you didn't think about it last night." I brought you to my place. We had another drink, and then it was the most stormy night of your life. - It was the most stormy night of YOUR life. There's nothing better for someone like you than this. - Hey, you can see the shore! - And what? Will you do something to me? - I'll do it - Ha! And what?! Curly got up and looked at me angrily. - You probably don't know who I am. - I know! Drunk! Judging by the number of bottles all over your house! - Why the hell did I agree to pick you up?! - I could not have picked you up! - But someone begged me! Oh, it's you... Anfisa, it seems… Right? So, Anfisochka… I could give you money to return to your Moscow, I could help you return if you weren't toxic with me. I won't let you go until you fulfill your promise. - What? When did I promise you something? - Now you will have proof. Catch. My phone vibrated. "Glebushka" -What kind of... what kind of name? Why the fuck did you sign that? Narcissus! - You wrote me down like that yourself. Come on, look. I opened the correspondence. Curly sent the video to the cart. In this video, we're both drunk as a fiddle in some club. I'm hanging on his neck and filming on his phone, my phone was in curly's hand - Hey, how's it going -Glebushka! And Gle... Bushkaa! Take me away. Well, please!.. - Okay, let's write it down.… What do you want? - I want to go with you! Get me out of here. Do you want me to... suck... you a hundred times! - What?! - Not what, but a hundred! - So, sweetie, isn't it time for you to take a break between tequila and tequila... - No! I'm serious! I'll do anything! Just take me away! *** - And what do you want? Curly smiled contentedly. - Blow job. - Okay, take off your pants, I'll give you a blowjob, and you bring me back. - no. - I mean, fuck?! - These are not all my conditions. - Tell me! - But I didn't come up with it. - Do you know where to go?! I'll earn it myself and find a way to get back. There should be enough money for a ticket. POV. Gleb. Anfisa abruptly got up from the table and headed for the hallway. She quickly found her clothes and got dressed - I'm not coming back here anymore! It was our first and last meeting! Ciao! She left, slamming the door. - Well, of course. You'll come back. You'll be back soon enough!