Anna Gavrilova

Big and dirty love

I never drank on the street. Especially champagne. All the more warm. And even from the throat! But after meeting the girls, such melancholy came over me that, falling out of the taxi, I turned not home, but to the supermarket. I took a bottle of Brut, and there it was.

If my mother, God forbid, catches me doing this, she will hack me to death, but I don’t really want to move my bones to the next entrance. Besides, there is a bench without a back and the lantern is not lit, and it’s dark outside...

- Girl, are you okay? – asked a dog walker passing by.

I was just taking a new sip - I choked, coughed and mentally sent the compassionate passerby to a known address.

“Well, sorry,” he chuckled, stopping. The dog, huge, but seemingly rootless, growled menacingly.

“Yeah,” I muttered, carefully wiping myself with my sleeve. Why the hell did you wash your windbreaker?

The dog growled again, and I thought and meowed in response.

“Hm-yes...” concluded the dog walker.

She waved her hand, saying, go ahead, don’t bother me. But the passerby turned out to be extremely pestering. He let the mongrel off the leash and, as soon as the dog disappeared into the nearest bushes, he plopped down on the bench.

“Let me try,” he said and reached for the bottle.

I moved away automatically.

- Yeah, right now!

He didn’t answer, but I mentally cursed and moved even further away.

- Kri-is... don't be greedy.

- Uh... Do we know each other?

Taking a close look at the dog walker, I came to the conclusion that I was seeing him for the first time. Although... maybe they are familiar. The man’s appearance is completely unremarkable - he’s all sort of typical. And his dog is expressionless, although big.

“Almost,” the interlocutor “delighted,” but still reached for the bottle. Then he nodded at my bare legs and asked: “Isn’t it cold?”

Actually, it’s not hot - it’s evening, after all, and summer, according to the calendar, ended yesterday. But I wasn’t supposed to wear jeans.

- What do you want? – I muttered impolitely.

“Yes, I was just passing by,” the nameless man shrugged and licked the bottle. - Ugh! Yes, it's warm!

- Well, sorry... those.

- You can use “you”.

Yes. It's possible, but not necessary.

- So what happened? – asked the stranger. - Why do we drink?

I really wanted to send it a third time, only not mentally, but out loud. But the man looked into my eyes, and something changed in me. Or rather, something clicked in my head, my mouth opened by itself, and the words came out of my tongue:

- Yes, because I’m stupid!

- And detail? – the dog walker asked insinuatingly.

– Well, I knew from the very beginning that there was no need to go to this meeting!

– What meeting?

- With the girls! With classmates! “The man looked at me with such sympathy that I couldn’t stand it and revealed all my secrets at once: “I’m thirty, you know?” And I'm not married, and without children, and in general! And they all... And I...

- Are you jealous?

- No. Yes. Well…

Phew, how can I explain? And even a man? I don't envy you, just a little bit. I just felt sorry for myself. It’s so sad that I even cried in the taxi.

– What’s stopping you? – the interlocutor did not let up.

“The same as for a dancer,” I muttered, decisively selecting the Brut. Wow, he tried it! Yes, it’s already at the bottom!

- So you are waiting for love? – the stranger guessed. Or rather, he’s no longer a stranger, but a drinking companion, but that doesn’t matter. - Big and clean?

It’s not for nothing that people drink champagne chilled – when it’s warm, it completely blows your mind. In a sober state I would not say this:

“I even agree to something small and dirty, believe me?”

The man's mouth nearly burst from smiling.

- Nope, I don’t believe it.

The dog walker’s smile became even wider, although it seemed – where could it go?!

- In vain? – clearly holding back his laughter, he asked. Then he smacked his lips and said: “I can’t offer a small one, but a big one... Big and dirty, huh?”

"Big and Dirty Love" is a book whose title speaks for itself. Therefore, if you decide to read it, I advise you not to grab the stars from the sky, but simply relax and comprehend the content. Which will begin with the fact that, tired of the failures of her personal life and not only the main character Christina, drunkenly makes a deal with an unknown friend on the topic that, supposedly, I want love! At least some!
The unknown man did not begin to sympathize, but simply grinned. Then in the morning our heroine discovers the very thing that Viktor Tsoi sang about.
The heart demanded change - get it. Different job, different clothes, different daily routine, basic knowledge and acquaintances. And in addition to this, a comrade boss, whom the summary generously protected with the title of tyrant.
Needless to say... (see title).

From a dynamic point of view, everything is developing quite slowly. The reader, together with Christina, will have to go through the consequences of a conditional shell shock of consciousness, sort out what the hell is going on here and what kind of close relationship with the authorities, who are called Gleb, and there are little vampires walking around and so on, which is attached to the world of an expanded set of races and nationalities. That is, the very beginning is swearing, molestation, stockings and short skirts. You just have to get over it, because after that there will be a real mess. It's clear that it will also be on the theme of love, the struggle for love and one's own destiny, but damn it, there is meaning here, there is dynamics, there is romance, which even the numerous taffy names and forays into the panties of the main character could not spoil. The latter, by the way, quite often behaves, quoting Vadim Yuryevich Panov and his description of Inga’s sense of tact from TG, with the elegance of a bulldozer. But even this doesn’t kill the book and only spoils it a little. This is also a novel about the intrigues of the powers that be, about harsh office life, accounting and the concept of comfort.
Because it’s a mess if the boss only has a desk in his office. There should always be a place for chairs, a carpet and everything else to make it cozy.

If we put aside reasoning in the clouds, we get this:
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- a certain development of the plot with a set of thoughts about the old and the main thing on the topic of happiness, destiny, predestination and past lives
- some humor
- a charming boss, especially in the second part, who can bite and protect from all bad things
- a stern woman who can do everything!, who will help you open a sign in Excel and take a man back
- a mother who will understand, forgive, give the man the benefit of the doubt and bless him for the kidnapping

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- numerous "Cri-i-i-i-is!" and “Gleb, I’m not ready!”
- dead-end beginning with massive stockings of the main character
- the stern woman doesn’t care at all!, the twin can do everything! He doesn’t care about brains and often indulges in those tricks in the name of an impulse of the soul
- double dialogues, well, where would we be without them?

As a result, Anna Gavrilova knows how to do it with humor and the right amount of romance. A good option to relax your brain for a couple of evenings.

At twenty it seems as if the whole world is at your feet - reach out and take it. At thirty, there are fewer illusions, especially if you have no one but your mother. At thirty, you begin to understand that the prince will not come, and dreams... well, some will probably still come true, but most of them are already in the landfill, under the wheels of a tractor. Also, in especially acute moments, you begin to regret that over all these years you managed not to get knocked up by some idiot. Why an idiot? Yes, because all exes are assholes, and this is not discussed. (Let us tactfully remain silent about the fact that not all idiots are exes.) At thirty, everything is more complicated. At thirty, belief in a bright future is no longer a reason. At thirty you need a different, tough motive.

I flew out of Gleb Igorevich’s apartment like a ground-to-ground rocket—in the sense of not only fast, but also incredibly angry. No, nothing special happened! I just overslept and... met the housekeeper.

The meeting turned out great. She to me:

- Kristina Anatolyevna... Kristina Anatolyevna, good morning...

- Kristina Anatolyevna, should I untie you? Or is it convenient for you?

Gleb stepped into the shower, and my legs still buckled. Luckily, they managed to catch me. Then they pressed him against the wall, allowing him to feel the firmness of his intentions and once again assess the magnitude of the impending troubles. I really jumped, but for some reason my conscience doesn’t bother me, quite the contrary.

In response, silence and a gentle touch of lips to the neck. Another kiss, a third, a fourth... A sudden, very sensual touch on the chest and a stream of warm water from above. Somewhere on the edge of consciousness a thought looms: jealousy and the demon of voluptuousness are concepts from different universes, but... he’s jealous, right?

Big and pure love? It’s great, of course, but when you’re thirty, you can’t believe in fairy tales anymore. The prince on a white horse too. At thirty, willy-nilly, you begin to look at life with a fair amount of skepticism, and the further you go, the more clearly you understand that skepticism is justified.

But I still want love. Let it not be big, but small. Maybe not clean, but... well, at least some kind!

This is exactly what Chris, aka Kristina Novikova, reasoned, sitting sadly at the entrance on a bench with a bottle of Brut, and did not even suspect that her wish had already come true. It just turned out somehow strange. Because in the morning it was discovered that love comes with a new wardrobe, a new job, a tyrant chef and... a clear feeling of a grandiose setup...

Anna Gavrilova

Big and dirty love

Prologue

I never drank on the street. Especially champagne. All the more warm. And even from the throat! But after meeting the girls, such melancholy came over me that, falling out of the taxi, I turned not home, but to the supermarket. I took a bottle of Brut, and there it was.

If my mother, God forbid, catches me doing this, she will hack me to death, but I don’t really want to move my bones to the next entrance. Besides, there is a bench without a back and the lantern is not lit, and it’s dark outside...

- Girl, are you okay? – asked a dog walker passing by.

I was just taking a new sip - I choked, coughed and mentally sent the compassionate passerby to a known address.

“Well, sorry,” he chuckled, stopping. The dog, huge, but seemingly rootless, growled menacingly.

“Yeah,” I muttered, carefully wiping myself with my sleeve. Why the hell did you wash your windbreaker?

The dog growled again, and I thought and meowed in response.

“Hm-yes...” concluded the dog walker.

She waved her hand, saying, go ahead, don’t bother me. But the passerby turned out to be extremely pestering. He let the mongrel off the leash and, as soon as the dog disappeared into the nearest bushes, he plopped down on the bench.

“Let me try,” he said and reached for the bottle.

I moved away automatically.

- Yeah, right now!

He didn’t answer, but I mentally cursed and moved even further away.

- Kri-is... don't be greedy.

- Uh... Do we know each other?

Taking a close look at the dog walker, I came to the conclusion that I was seeing him for the first time. Although... maybe they are familiar. The man’s appearance is completely unremarkable - he’s all sort of typical. And his dog is expressionless, although big.

“Almost,” the interlocutor “delighted,” but still reached for the bottle. Then he nodded at my bare legs and asked: “Isn’t it cold?”

Actually, it’s not hot - it’s evening, after all, and summer, according to the calendar, ended yesterday. But I wasn’t supposed to wear jeans.

- What do you want? – I muttered impolitely.

“Yes, I was just passing by,” the nameless man shrugged and licked the bottle. - Ugh! Yes, it's warm!

- Well, sorry... those.

- You can use “you”.

Yes. It's possible, but not necessary.

- So what happened? – asked the stranger. - Why do we drink?

I really wanted to send it a third time, only not mentally, but out loud. But the man looked into my eyes, and something changed in me. Or rather, something clicked in my head, my mouth opened by itself, and the words came out of my tongue:

- Yes, because I’m stupid!

- And detail? – the dog walker asked insinuatingly.

– Well, I knew from the very beginning that there was no need to go to this meeting!

– What meeting?

- With the girls! With classmates! “The man looked at me with such sympathy that I couldn’t stand it and revealed all my secrets at once: “I’m thirty, you know?” And I'm not married, and without children, and in general! And they all... And I...

- Are you jealous?

- No. Yes. Well…

Phew, how can I explain? And even a man? I don't envy you, just a little bit. I just felt sorry for myself. It’s so sad that I even cried in the taxi.

– What’s stopping you? – the interlocutor did not let up.

“The same as for a dancer,” I muttered, decisively selecting the Brut. Wow, he tried it! Yes, it’s already at the bottom!

- So you are waiting for love? – the stranger guessed. Or rather, he’s no longer a stranger, but a drinking companion, but that doesn’t matter. - Big and clean?

It’s not for nothing that people drink champagne chilled – when it’s warm, it completely blows your mind. In a sober state I would not say this:

“I even agree to something small and dirty, believe me?”

The man's mouth nearly burst from smiling.

- Nope, I don’t believe it.

The dog walker’s smile became even wider, although it seemed – where could it go?!

- In vain? – clearly holding back his laughter, he asked. Then he smacked his lips and said: “I can’t offer a small one, but a big one... Big and dirty, huh?”

- Yeah! – Drinking and nodding at the same time is very inconvenient, but I managed. - You can have two!

Still, I couldn’t resist and laughed.

- No, two is too much. One! But big...

She waved her hand at him - men! They don’t understand anything about the mysterious female soul. However, what the hell is the difference? Still chatter. Simple chatter and nothing more.