Sweet poison

After 7 hours. POV. Gleb I was lying on the couch, Anfisa wouldn't leave my head. I remember her image yesterday. I remember how she behaved… Well, no, she's not a bitch. Maybe it's all a defensive reaction? I understand her… To wake up with a strange man, in a strange house, in a strange city, without clothes, money, documents and with one phone that doesn't even have anything to charge. Of course she was stressed! There's definitely something about her. She is very beautiful... thick black hair just below her shoulders, blue eyes, bright red lips, a neat little nose, on the tip of which was a tiny mole. She smelled sweet. The smell was driving me crazy. I have her phone number, can I call her? I'll find out what, and how… Maybe she needs help after all? Do I really want her to suck on me? Yes, I do, I liked the way she does it. I want to fuck her like I did last night, I want her to be unable to get out of bed in the morning… But... not this time. If she needs my help, I'll do it just like that. But I don't have any money myself right now. She'll have to wait for a concert or some kind of filming… I picked up the phone and dialed it. The aunt operator said that the phone was turned off or was offline. Apparently, she managed to fly away. I was hoping she'd come back. *** I was standing in the kitchen looking for something made of alcohol. I needed a drink urgently. Suddenly, there is a frantic pounding on the door. I cautiously opened the door. -Why didn't you stop me when I begged you to come here?! The girl flew into the house. Her black fur coat was all white with frost. There was also frost on her hair, eyelashes and eyebrows. -Why are you... why... why… How… She fell to the floor exhausted. - Hey... Anfisa… Hey... what are you doing? No, no, no! Don't die! Wait a minute! I helped her up, pinned her against the wall so she wouldn't fall, and started undressing her. - what? Will you fuck me? Yes? Well, of course, you don't give a fuck what happened to me! You just need to fuck! - Yes, calm down! - Don't touch me! I smelled alcohol. Did I get all worked up like that? I think I've had a few drinks. But no. Not me... a drunk… -Hush! I want to help! I freed her from her outer clothes. He hugged her tightly and began to rub her body wherever he could reach. -You're so warm.… -let's go. Can you walk? She nodded. I helped her walk to the living room and sat her down on the couch, covering her with a blanket. And he went to the kitchen. - Alice! - What do you want, leather? - I'm Anfisa! - I'm not for you! Alice, what should I do with frostbite? - Frostbite is… - I'm not interested in that! Alice stop! First aid for frostbite. While listening to Alice, I warmed the kettle, brewed a delicious herbal tea that was given to me once at a concert. While I was making tea, I returned to the girl, who was shaking from the cold. I helped her up and took her to the bathroom. - Can you undress yourself? - I can't feel my fingers… - Good… I carefully removed her clothes, which I threw into the washing machine, and sat the girl in the bathtub. So, what is the first point there?....... Gradually increasing the water temperature from 20 to 40 degrees......... It's too bad that my shower can't tell how many degrees the temperature of the water it gives out is. Well, let's say it's 20... fuck it. Oh, it would be really great if the shower head could answer what the temperature is. He was like, "Hey, shower, how many degrees is the water temperature?" And he told you: "That's all right, bro, you can swim. By the way, this chick is normal, better than the previous ones " Yes, it's really better... Yeah, how many one-liners have my bathroom seen… - Is it warmer now? - Better. I turned on the hot water a little bit. - Massage your body if you can. I'll be back soon. I returned to the kitchen for tea in the largest mug, took it to the living room, went into the room. I found my warmest sweater, plaid and wool socks. And the legs... you can't get off with socks alone... oh! My gaze fell on the thermal underwear. I think this is what we need. I left the blanket on the sofa in the living room, and took a large, clean, soft towel from the closet. Back in the bathroom, I started the washer. - Am I going to walk around your house naked? - I really like this option, but... not this time. After completing this stage of assistance, Anfisa put on everything I brought her. After that, we came to the living room, I sat her down on the already spread sofa, covered her with a blanket, turned on the TV and served tea, sitting next to her. "Thank you," she said softly, and as a sign of gratitude "You're so sweet when you're not being rude." - Hey, curly… - I'm actually Gleb. - I don't give a fuck. Tomorrow I'll get out of here and you'll see at least some kind of horseradish! - Yeah! Now! Do you want me to run around the house like a scalded man again and look for ways to help you? No, you're only leaving here with me. Everyone drink tea and don't fuck off! Over time, Anfisa fell asleep, snuggled up to me. I carefully got out of the "captivity", took a cigarette, a phone, got dressed and went outside. I need the money. Because of my ludomania, all my money is in the boys' account, and I do not have access to this account. The only one who could help me was Grisha. I dialed his number and waited for an answer. GR: Yes. What happened? GL: Hi, I need money. Gr: How much? Gl: 50 thousand, probably… I don't know… Gr: Where do you want so much?! Gl: Don't worry, not for casinos, drugs and alcohol. At the girl. Gr: Fuck, do you have a girlfriend? If so, I don't think it's for the best.… GL: She's not my girlfriend. I'll tell you everything later.