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There is a low whistle behind the back.
Nearly jumping in surprise, I turn around.
It’s him.

My boyfriend.
My fucker, as Andryukha says.
He appears as if from the ground and comes to me.
I admire a large muscular body, beautiful, even in this baggy soldier’s robe.
In the mouth it was treacherously dry that even to greet normally did not work.
But I came, and this means that he is ready for anything, and he understands this without words.
He takes my hand and drags me away from the path, mumbling something about the foreman, outfit, countrymen, and so on.
He embraces, pressing a little bit, quite friendly to himself.
I answer something and even smile, but all this does not matter.
Both of us want one and I obediently follow him, trying to go all the way so that he is comfortable and he does not remove his hand from my shoulder.
Sometimes.
as if by chance, his hand slides down my spine, making me tremble all over.
I do not notice the time, but soon we come to the edge, directly to the two trailers, trailers.
Zura gives me a sign to wait, but he hides behind one of them.
After a couple of minutes, he appears and gestures for me to come up.
Around the corner is a porch and an open door.
Inside the twilight.
I stop on the threshold of indecision, trying to see if there is anyone inside.
Zura’s hand gently pushes me inside.
Having gotten used to a poor refreshment, I see inside a table, two chairs, a mesh couch with a mattress, a radio and a calendar with a busty blonde in a bathing suit on the wall.
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