On the trees outside the window, some leaves have already turned yellow and orange, but the hot weather after a week of cooling again decided to return to Moscow for another couple of days. Igor decided not to miss this opportunity and visit a country house with his wife to clean up, go to the sauna and maybe fry shish kebabs. Sveta, that's the name of her spouse, also loved a quiet vacation in the country, despite the fact that at the age of 35 she was ten years younger than Igor.
They met almost ten years ago, when she was either 25 or 26, it's hard to remember, but even then the provincial girl was not attracted to the capital's hangout in clubs and bars. Therefore, Sveta liked that she was being cared for by an adult, handsome man who wanted comfort in the house for himself and could provide a decent standard of living in return.
Igor managed to grow up in his career before he was thirty and over the years he only became wealthier, thanks to which the family never felt the need, and the relationship with the young lady developed mainly without domestic scandals due to budget shortages, so familiar to most Russian marriages. Maybe that's why Igor and Sveta so successfully managed to build a warm and trusting relationship, thanks to which they could calmly discuss their fantasies or problems.
-- Sveta, I want to go to the dacha today, clean up there, maybe make kebabs, and tomorrow we'll come back, what do you think? -- Drinking morning coffee in the kitchen, Igor turned to his wife who had just woken up.
-- Mm, why not, and when do you want to leave? And then I just woke up, I'll be packing for a long time. -- Sveta answered, still yawning.
-- Well, it's too posh to go to the country, I think it's not required? -- Igor pricked his wife with a smile -- Besides, I'm going to the store for now, I'll take meat and so on, and you can take your time getting ready, I won't leave without you anyway.
-- Good -- Sveta put her cheek under her husband's kiss, after which he left to get dressed.
The car started with autorun in the parking lot was already waiting for its owner, who was just leaving the entrance. With a cheerful gait, Igor headed to the car to go to the nearest supermarket in search of everything he might need on the trip. On the way, he noticed a local janitor who was sitting on a bench with a broom in his hands and with a sad face thinking about something.
-- Hi, Alik. Why are you so depressed today? -- Igor turned to a familiar worker.
-- Just like that, well! -- The janitor waved his hand, expressing his indignation.
In general, Alik's real name was Alpamys, Igor found out about it when one day he noticed him brushing snow off cars in the parking lot in the early winter morning. Such dedication to work aroused respect, so Igor kindly decided to thank the enthusiastic janitor and gave him a five-hundredth bill, so they met. Later, Sveta learned about him from her husband and also decided to periodically support Alik, who offered to call himself that so as not to pronounce his full name. The couple periodically threw in some money or bought groceries and essentials.
Actually, Alik himself never complained about wages and poverty and did not ask for money, although he did not refuse. He worked in Moscow for the second year and tried to send all the money to Tajikistan to his family, who either built a house or bought it with a mortgage. Despite his 64 years, Alik looked slim and fit with a height of 1.85. Thick shaggy eyebrows peeked out from under his black hair, adding a kind of zest to his appearance, thanks to which Alik could be called cute with a stretch.
-- The payment has been delayed for the third day, and I need to send it to my homeland. I tried to get to the director, but he is always out of place, or maybe they just say that. -- Alik explained the current situation with the housing department.
-- Of course they will, Alik, they always do. How are you, is there any food? Igor asked sympathetically.
-- It's fine, I'll wait. He waved his hand again to change the subject.
-- I understand you, -- in response, he said goodbye to the janitor and headed for the car.
"Everything is fine with him, but he probably will stretch a loaf of bread for three days to eat with water." Igor thought and decided to grab some food for Alik in the store.