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- It's just that we're not being inspected, sir. That never happened.
- Spot check. Captain John Watson, Fifth of Northumberland.
- Sir. Major Barrymore will want to see you. He will be unhappy.
- Let's postpone the acquaintance for later, first a full bypass. Now, freely. It's an order, Corporal.
- Yes, sir!
Sherlock: - It was beautiful.
John: - I haven't trumped it in a long time!
S.: - Nice?
D: - Oh yeah!

Dostoevsky is the only psychologist from whom I could learn something; I count my acquaintance with him as one of the finest successes of my life.

Nothing can be returned, nothing can be erased, nothing can be changed! Our history, our game of overly male and submissive girl, will never happen again. Our destinies are crowned with new rounds of events, we are now different. Every event changes a person's personality, every event makes them different... We will never repeat our first acquaintance. Lord, and how many more of these "never" !... between us I'm desperate, so desperate... We missed each other. We're different.

- I'll go with you, get to know her.
- No, I don't think that's a good idea.
- That's right, after all, she's my future mother-in-app.
- Well, she doesn't get along well with strangers. Sometimes, she doesn't even recognize me.
- Okay, then, you know what, I'll introduce you.

- Well, wonderful, isn't it? We can start from scratch.

... Between women, intimate acquaintance is often tied from the opposite: it begins with revelations, and ends with small talk, which is conducted with the same respect.

Strange, but trusting Arthur is easier for me than people I have known for years. Dylan, Hudson, Harriet. To your own parents. And it's not that I risk less with Arthur - since I'm not sure if he will stay in my life. On the contrary: I expect that our acquaintance will last a very long time, and therefore it is important for me that he sees the real me as soon as possible.

- There is something - to sleep.

He was irresistibly drawn to new acquaintances, but each new meeting aggravated fatigue.

Let's get acquainted! Let's get acquainted!

- But this is already superfluous. For me, you are now either a son or a maggot.

“My eyes are much higher,” the girl said without any expression, exactly following John's movements. The journalist's remark made him smile: she hinted so subtly that he was forbidden to look into the neckline of her dress.
“You leave no chance for your admirers,” Lugo said, looking up. - For many men, rings on ladies' fingers are just an adornment, but hanging on a chain will be more serious. It's like a stop sign. If others who attended this celebration only pretend to be inaccessible and indifferent to acquaintance with a certain subtext, thereby trying to fill themselves up and interest themselves, you don't have to pretend - I see coldness in your eyes, even, it seems, my fingertips , in contact with your skin, go numb from your indifference to this kind of topic. It makes you desirable.
They, looking into each other's eyes as opponents studying their opponent, made a circle in a dance.
- Really? - complete indifference sounded in Nikki's intonation.
- I think that girls are too accessible, not only in terms of sex, but in terms of permissiveness, and if you add excessive stickiness, they only repel guys. We need to feel like a hunter. When a dead mouse is lying near your feet, which agrees to everything and at the same time considers itself a wild panther, it looks pathetic. Wretched, ”Lugo spoke every word clearly. - In addition, such girls by their behavior provoke the fact that they are used, in principle, there is a similar category of guys. Such people are used for their own purposes, often intimate, but I would never associate my life with a girl who at the very first meeting jumped into my bed, allowing me to do whatever I want with herself. Can you guess why?
- Because she can jump into another's bed with the same ease? Liebert suggested.
- Exactly. Why do I need a Sharing Girl? - said the birthday boy, circling with Nikki in a dance and not paying attention to the others. - Therefore, against the general background, you look regal. Not because you supposedly turn up your nose, but because you know your worth. You understand what you need and you won’t be exchanged for a small coin. Even here you came for some of your goals.
- Why did you decide that? - this time there was a slight interest.
- Why do they come to such events? Lugo nodded toward the bar. - Over there, the desire of many becomes especially clear: to find someone for themselves. Who exactly - this is already of secondary importance. Many ladies from the audience, as soon as I beckon them with my hand, will rush to my neck, not because they like me especially, but from an elementary calculation: a man who is able to organize such a party has some money in his pocket.
“And they are rather big,” Liebert said.
“Yes,” John didn’t deny. - Some are looking for a sponsor, others are sexual adventures, but they all stand out very clearly from the crowd, no matter how much they want to hide it. After observing them a little or exchanging a couple of phrases - that's all. You already know who came and why. Look and body language betray them. Your body signals that you are not looking for a lover or sponsor.
- Maybe I came just to have fun? - said the girl, turning on its axis, slightly touching Lugo's hand, which he held above her head.
“You are too serious for a person who came to dance,” the man objected, drawing Nikki to him again and entering a new dance circle with her.
- Perhaps I'm a good actress?
- No, Nikki, you are not playing. Otherwise, they would have already launched a female weapon of incredible power - coquetry.
- Yes, and you, as I understand it, are not trying to achieve something from the points that have been voiced, - said the journalist. - Otherwise they would not have spoken to me so openly.
- It seemed to me that you are one of those women who love truthfulness and straightforwardness. Am I wrong, Miss Liebert?
- Do we know you? the girl asked warily.
- Rather, it is a one-sided acquaintance. Or rather, even with your work. I read the last articles that you wrote - I want to say that you have the gift of expressing your thoughts and observations. Even then I thought it was nice to be with you and talk to you. Thank you for coming to my birthday today and allowing you to personally verify the veracity of my assumption, - the music died down, and Lugo, completing their dance, made a bow. “And thank you for our dance, Nikki.
He straightened up and, stepping closer to her so that she would surely hear him, added:
- I feel pride in you. Perfectly. This means that you will not grovel in front of the strong and will not sell out to the one who pays the most. I understand such things ... I wish you to continue to be as you are now.
- Thank you ... - said the journalist. - I want to wish ...
But she could not finish: Lugo raised his finger to her lips and, shaking his head, quietly stretched out:
- Shhhhhh ... I already have everything. And I don't need anything else. Perhaps I would like to be closer to you ... but someone else managed to win your heart. Even if I try to get you, it will get you nowhere. You even never they didn't try to flirt with me. I even envy that lucky man whose ring you have on your neck. I hope he is worthy of you. And you know, taking this opportunity, I want to tell you one secret, which is hardly such, purely because of male solidarity towards your chosen one: the wrong women - selfish, stupid conversations, boring and monotonous - squeeze men out like an orange in a juicer. Correct - invigorate like matins dew! Stay "correct" from now on.
John, just like at the very beginning, took Nikki's hand and, kissing the back of her hand and making a bow, went into the crowd.

- Decent girls on the street do not meet hussars! Liza Loskutkova.

- It's so nice to finally meet a girl of my Bobby.
- Yes, and we are pleased. I heard so much about you! He talks about you nonstop.
- Honey, if I were in his place and if I were with you, we would not be talking about my grandmother.