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– Valyusha, don't be afraid, it's Nina, – Valentina heard a familiar voice with notes of hysteria. It can be seen Nina has been crying for a long time, and now she just howls and stutters from crying tears and nerves.
Valya almost dropped the bags from Auchan, with which she was going to fight off the maniac. She had high hopes for a jar of peas and ca
– Nina, dear, why are you sitting here? Why don't you come in? You would have waited at our house, it's so dark here. And it's scary, Valya thought to herself, but she didn't say anything, and she also had a question stuck in her throat, why, in fact, Nina is sitting and waiting for Valya here, and not in her own apartment on the floor below.
– Valyusha, I didn't want your parents to see me in this state. I wanted to wait for you and talk. – Help me! Nina cried again and hung on Valya's shoulders.
– Nina, get ready, let's go in now, wipe your tears if you don't want to report to my mom why you're upset.
These words magically had an effect on the girl. She straightened up, straightened her hair, dusted off her clothes. She knew that Valya's mother was still that psychologist-psychiatrist. Maria Semyonovna loved to ask, clarify, so to speak, collect information. Maria Semyonovna used to work as a primary school teacher, but the second education of a psychologist did not give her peace of mind. Five years ago, she quit school and now with pleasure and knowledge of the case, she received lost souls in her private office. Valya and her father jokingly called Maria Semenovna a lie detector and a special agent. She frowned for the sake of appearances and made a serious face. But she was actually very pleased.
While Valya was ringing the doorbell, Nina with an effort pasted a smile on her face.
– Dad, why don't you ask who, they came in and started taking off their shoes.
– Hi, Valechka, how's your day? Oh, Nina, good evening, come on in, girls. Valyush, yes, I know that you're ringing the door like that, as if on fire, – joked Nikolai Fedorovich and stomped into the living room in worn-out slippers, that's how the Kotenko family proudly called their only room in the apartment. Since there was nowhere to go, they went to the kitchen. All Valya's friends used to arrange gatherings in the kitchen and knew that this was her room and parents would never u
– We'll eat less – the parents joked. This was Valentina's kingdom, there was a locker with her favorite books, there was an aquarium with fish on the windowsill, and Valya always carried her small laptop with her. Once upon a time, the Kotenko family of three people: Maria Semenovna, Nikolai Fedorovich and ten-year-old Valya moved to noisy and huge Moscow from a small provincial town in southern Russia. It was a terrible 1994, there was no work, a series of economic cuts took place in the city, Valya's father and mother were fired and the family was left without means of livelihood. Maria Semyonovna tried to sell pies on a busy highway that co
All the money earned over 10 years, mom and dad changed into hundred-dollar bills and put them in a stash. It was for Valya's apartment. Wise parents decided not to spend money on expanding housing conditions, but to give their daughter, albeit a small, but their own, personal apartment, especially since the daughter, according to her mother, was already marriageable.
That's how Valya lived in the kitchen for all ten years, waiting for a prince on a white horse who would take her to a one-room apartment given by her parents. Valya was afraid to dream about a prince with his own flat. Where can she, with her gray mouse-like appearance, compete with Moscow beauties. There are not enough princes with apartments, there will not be enough for everyone, Valya for sure.
The girls went into the kitchen and sat down on a comfortable Ikea sofa.
– Nina, coffee, tea? Valya asked out of politeness, and herds of wild mustangs were already jumping in her stomach.
– No, thanks.
– Well? – Valentina began to lose patience. – If it's difficult for you to start, start with the main thing!
– Valya, I am pregnant with Ilya's child, – said fourteen-year-old Nina and wept bitterly.
Chapter 4
If Nina, from shock and lack of intelligence, did not yet realize the full scale of the tragedy, then Valya, crushed by the news, like a bag of manure, was terrified of the upcoming consequences.
And while Valya was sitting in a silent stupor, Nina began her story, worthy of the Russian programs "Let them talk" and "Windows".
It all started from the very first day of Ilya and Nina's acquaintance. Natasha brought her new boyfriend home and enthusiastically described her, as it seemed to her, final and only choice to her mother and sister. Mom, Tatiana Sergeevna, reacted calmly to Ilya, she liked Vadim more, she got used to him and called him practically her son-in-law. But she did not hinder or condemn her daughter's decision to separate from him. Ilya on the first evening was cheerful, sparkling, polite and charming.
He was far from Ostap Bender, but it was clear to the naked eye that there was something of a crook in him.
While Natasha and Tatiana Sergeevna were setting a festive di
– Nina, won't I disturb you? – Ilya quietly entered the room.
Nina visibly became nervous and blushed. By the bright blush that appeared on his cheeks, it was clear that the teenager was flattered by the attention of a twenty-five-year-old man. Nina looked up from her notebook and smiled: