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Family and school
“Dashka was our most important. Alpha. The most beautiful..."
A new girl came to our class, 9th "A" of school No. 7 of the Central District, on the second of September. Such a thin rat with gray hairs pulled into a skinny ponytail. Gray uniform jacket. Blouse, skirt with red galloon. In general, we have a beautiful school uniform, designer, but everything on this girl was crooked and askew. It can be seen that she spent her whole life in knitted sweaters and did not know how to wear normal clothes. What else? Legs are bare because it's warm. Socks. And sneakers washed out instead of uniform shoes.
Came to the second lesson, by the way. She stood at the door and said:
Hello, I'm Lena Farafontova. We have moved, and now I will study with you. Where can you sit?
Dasha Filonova got up from her first desk, walked over, examined it all from head to toe and back. Dasha was our most important. Alpha. The most beautiful. Also in good shape, by the way. But how she looked on her! Like in magazines or movies. She was the daughter of Uncle Vasya Filonov, our local oligarch. He held all the grocery, three chains: "Izumrud", "Lilia" and "Coin". And he also had a furniture factory and a river port.
Dasha, therefore, went up to her and said:
— What kind of lamb is that?
And she answers, lips trembling:
- We moved, and here I am, which means that they enrolled me in your class ... Where can I sit down?
- Your place is at the bucket! Dasha says. “Better go to college, to be a weaver.”
And looks at her and laughs. Then this Lena Farafontova suddenly takes and kicks Dasha right in the chest. Dasha falls, and Lena adds more to her stomach. We all just swallowed the tongue. And she went up to Dashka's first desk, threw out her briefcase, brushed her notebooks and pens onto the floor, and sat down in the vacant seat, so to speak. She didn't say another word.
Dasha picked up her little things - and out the door.
In the evening of the same day, Dashkin's father, uncle Vasya Filonov, came to the Tyutchev restaurant on the main street. He sees that Farafontov is sitting there. He knew Farafontov, not personally, but in general. It was some medium-sized plane tree in the Zarechnaya Administration. Tells him:
Are you Farafontov?
“Me,” he says. What can I serve?
- Is it your sekelavka who went to our school today?
“Yes,” he replies politely. We have moved, you see. We used to live in the Zarechny district, but now, that means we live in the center. The girl, accordingly, was transferred. Although it is difficult for a child to change the team, you yourself understand ...
“Shut up,” Filonov interrupted. I don't want blood. Children, all that. But the edge must be known. This is how I decided: you yourself hand over your wetness to the cops. For hooliganism. Right now, go ahead and give it up. And if you don’t hand it over, I’ll bury you, bitch!
And she shakes her fist in front of his nose.
Suddenly, four foreheads swoop in, two sharply knock out the guards of Uncle Vasya Filonov, and two of them wring their hands painfully and bend down in front of Farafontov. And he takes out a business card from his pocket and puts it under his nose. Crap! And it says: Farafontov Nikolai Sergeevich, authorized coordinator.
- Open your mouth! - and Farafontov shoves his business card into Filonov's mouth. - Chew! And swallow!
He chews. And where are you going?
- Did you swallow it? Well done, says Farafontov. “Let your girl apologize to mine. Tomorrow loudly in front of the whole class, and forgotten. Or I'll put you in jail for ten years with confiscation. Your wife will wash the dishes in the dining room, and your daughter will go to the shoulder. All. Let him go, guys - he's already the guards.
The next day, at the first break, Dasha Filonova approached Lena Farafontova and said loudly:
“Excuse me, please, Lena. I was wrong. I won't do it again. Forgive?
- Bullshit question - says Lena. - Lick my legs now in front of everyone - and that's it, forgot.
He takes off his sneakers, and socks, too, and throws his bare feet on the desk.
And where are you going?
Dasha licks her, and Lena commands:
- So-so. Missed the little one. And now with the tongue between the fingers, like this ... Like this ... Wow! Can you! Well, you're just class! Oh-oh-oh ... Well, a little more ... Well, that's it, my good girl ...
She kissed Dasha on the cheek.
Since then, they have been inseparable friends. And they even told one girl in secret that after school they would go to Holland to formalize, so to speak, their relationship.