Dark horse. A mystical story

She met his eyes ingratiatingly. For some reason, he remembered his wife again. She, too, sometimes looked at him the same way when he went straight ahead, and he was required to give in.

«I’m not mad,» Yegor smiled.

– Well, tell me honestly, do you even like me a little?» Oh, kitty? The blonde persisted, almost hanging on to him.

– You’re Russian.“ Men don’t like you, „he said evasively. – That’s why you watch your appearance and get upset about a pimple on your nose. Yes, you’re beautiful and a little naive. It is important for you to find someone with whom you will be, as if behind a stone wall, in complete safety and comfort. And at the same time, it is important for you to love and be loved, in the end, to become a good caring mother to your children. It’s not like that here, abroad. Everything goes to the fact that European men have forgotten how to protect their women. They become effeminate, cowardly. European women don’t have to prove anything. They, on the contrary, are independent and frigid, do not want children, do not hurry to get married. For the most part, everything has changed, they think highly of themselves and they do not need custody. They will earn money themselves, they will decide everything themselves without men. This explains your loneliness here, your attitude that you are in someone else’s plate, and you can’t cook porridge here, just don’t cook it.

They stepped off the light-filled promenade toward old Nice, which was already sinking into the evening haze of night. Above all this splendor rose a small, wooded mountain with the ruins of an ancient castle, with viewing platforms and cool shady alleys.

– So you haven’t told me everything about your wife, I still don’t understand how you didn’t know her… " his companion asked somewhere in the middle. «I’m sorry about the questions, but I’m a natural blonde.

She laughed again, that annoying, stupid laugh, and he suddenly imagined her in his bachelor bed as a complete pervert, screaming with pleasure. And he felt sick.

«To be honest,» he said, frowning. – I haven’t fully realized what happened to me yet. Yes, I had a wife, exactly a year ago, I also put my arm around her waist, just like you… Then we lived in the Kuban, I tried to grow my own vineyard, not a bit worse than the sour meat that you offered me today, but… alas…

He suddenly coughed as he recalled the events of that last night, and feelings of long-forgotten self-annoyance showed on his tired face. But the blonde continued to laugh, completely oblivious to his mood. It seemed to her that the companion was a little out of sorts from the alcohol he had drunk, and she even gave him a friendly pat on the back, as if he had choked on an olive or stumbled on something.

«Well, well… you’ve got some good coffee at the hotel, haven’t you?» You should definitely have a cup. And even though I don’t drink, you know my diet, but today, as an exception… by all means, by all means, one small cup… You see, you’re a bad influence on me, and I want to go all out with you… Maybe I shouldn’t go to the hotel. Oh, kitty? What if I do something up there, huh? Why are we procrastinating like teenagers? We are adults, why these games, these decencies, all this is one continuous hypocrisy. You want me, I want you, and we have no obligations, you don’t owe anyone anything, do you, kitty? I want you right here, right now… I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m crazy… yes, I’ll probably scream, I always scream loudly, the police were called once, well, it was a long time ago and not true, and not here at all, but here are good people, they will understand. They know we’re Russian, you know?

She suddenly began to push and push Yegor in the back, like a teacher of a naughty schoolboy. They soon found themselves between two-story stone houses decorated with climbing green vines. These vines reached almost to the roof, wrapped around balconies and attics, creating a significant shadow on the cobblestone street. The blonde’s louboutins began to trip over these rocks, and she began to take off her shoes as she walked, so as not to break her heel. A salty breeze blew in from the sea and played with her light dress, changing direction every now and then. Yegor looked at the blonde with a kind of unhealthy lust. Just half an hour ago, he had already had a chance and safely missed it, but now he felt a strong carnal instinct that took over his entire consciousness and pushed him forward.

He came up behind her as she fumbled with her shoes and lifted her dress, exposing her tattooed buttocks. She continued to laugh, but the clasp on one of her shoes wouldn’t come undone, and the woman just stood there with her back to him.

– I didn’t know you were a Freemason, «he said, noting one of the intimate tattoos of a star of David on his left buttock.

The blonde obviously didn’t know the meaning of the word, but she took it as a compliment. The man, meanwhile, squatted down and began to kiss her there, inhaling deeply her scent, mixed with the aroma of sweet opium. His head began to spin, his thoughts were confused by shocking obscenities, and listening to this carefree female laughter, which was beginning to give way to screams and moans, Yegor lowered his companion’s tight-fitting lace panties to his knees, and rose to his full height to unbutton his fly.

«Wait, kitty, wait,» the blonde whispered, rummaging in her purse, which was sitting next to her bare feet.

She pulled out the rustling wrapper, bit through it with her teeth, deftly took out a condom and helped the man put it on. And Yegor turned her back to him again, hurrying to enter, but feeling that he could not restrain himself, he refrained for too long, and drew back. But it was still too late. His arousal subsided, and he disentangled himself from the condom, carelessly stuffing it into his jacket pocket.

The blonde thought that he just suddenly didn’t want her anymore. She got up, made offended lips with a bow, and for some reason switched to French, whispered softly in his ear.

– Je veux que tu me fasses jouir, mon petit mignon.» (I want you to pet me there, kitty.).

And he began to caress her, slowly at first, then faster, while she leaned on his free arm and threw back her head, moaning for three minutes, until suddenly she screamed and froze. While she regained consciousness, Yegor looked around, afraid to see random witnesses.

– All of them… All… I’m done, ça veut dire que j’ai fini, j’ai fini… " she said. – Let me go.»

A light came on in one of the houses above, and someone was looking out of the window, trying to see the «couple in love"in the shadows of the vines. I had to leave. The blonde tidied up, kissed Yegor on the lips, and they turned back onto the embankment.

– So you’re saying that your wife is still a dark horse, aren’t you?“ „What is it?“ she asked Yegor when they reached the sea. „Who would have thought it?

He nodded meaningfully, walking a little behind, a little behind his companion. He wanted to get rid of the prematurely used condom as soon as possible, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the trash can. An unpleasant feeling came over him, he was angry with himself that he didn’t quite succeed, that he wanted something completely different. At the same time, he also felt a painful guilt towards his wife, even if she had left him, but still he loved her, and, therefore, cheated on her. And this unpleasant feeling weighed on him more and more, he was looking for excuses for his action, looking for some ridiculous reason to leave this woman now, and at the same time he did not want to offend her. It wasn’t her fault for her feminine nature to just love and be happy. He saw her as a kindred spirit, saw the loneliness in her gray eyes, and that loneliness was more clear to him than ever before, because he was alone now.

They were walking along the embankment towards the marina, where small yachts were moored astern. Their outlines swayed gently on the waves, as if they were dozing. At the end of the pier, which cut far out to sea, a lighthouse shone, beckoning and calling with its saving light to all the doomed and lost.

– You know, on that last night, I suddenly realized that I loved my wife very much, that I couldn’t live without her, and that if there was a sudden separation, and separation was already hovering over us, I wouldn’t be able to bear it. I will perish like a swan in longing for my beloved. I felt unbearably hurt that I was spending so much time with Vinogradov instead of just spending time with her. We were planning kids, and that last night she told me straight out that she wanted a baby, and she had the perfect timing, and we made love, and then "– he thought again, as if remembering something – " it started raining…»