TIME TRAPS. FANTASTIC STORY. Naty Daybs

are you speaking about? I work in a communication salon on Mira Street, 10.

      – You are probably from another city? We don’t have any communication shops!

      «This is definitely a prank program» – Diana thought to herself and kept walking.

      – I’ll just come home and that’s it, okay?

      – Of course, let’s go.

      – Good.

      Then they walked in silence. But, reaching the house, Diana found that he was completely different. Practically new.

      – Oh, you live in a new building! How wonderful! Have you bought an apartment here?

      – I live with a guy.

      – You are married?

      – Something likes that.

      – Like this?

      – He has frequent business trips, he almost never comes home.

      – Sympathize with you. You probably dressed like this on purpose to make him jealous?

      – He’s not jealous.

      – Why is there no ring? How long have you been married?

      – Yes, – Diana answered mechanically, hoping that the guide would finish asking stupid strange questions. The ring turned out to be a little tight for me. Igor did not guess the size, – the girl decided to lie. Although there was some truth in this. Igor gave her a ring for her birthday. Normal, with a small stone, but had to be returned. Igor chose too small size for his beloved.

      – I also live here. Moved recently. What a coincidence!

      – It happens.

      – And what is your apartment?

      – Fiftieth. And you? Diana asked mechanically.

      – Forty-seventh. We’re almost neighbors. I live on the floor below. It’s strange that I didn’t see you… Although I just moved here a week ago… What a careless one I am!

      – Do not be upset! I get up in the morning and do not notice anyone myself until I drink coffee or an energy drink at work.

      – What is it? Do you use drugs?

      – Oh my God! Of course not! That’s what I call strong tea! He adds energy to me! I called him an energetic.

      «Damn …! What’s going on here at all??? Where am I? – Diana cursed mentally and caught herself thinking that she was in the past. Not so distant, but still…

      There was no intercom. The entrance was completely new; there was still a smell of paint. An annoying strange companion stopped at his door on the first floor and said to Diana:

      – If anything, you can always contact me. I live alone. You never know, what will happen… By the way, you never introduced yourself.

      – Sorry. Krachina Diana Nikolaevna. You can just Diana.

      – What is the Name… Perhaps your parents are foreigners?

      – Not really… Sorry, I really have to go home. Thanks for hanging out.

      – It’s my pleasure. Will you show the documents?

      – A little later, if you don’t mind.

      – I don’t mind. See you, Diana.

      – See you.

      Diana went up to the second floor. She took out the key. But in front of her was a completely different door. From which a huge fat pot-bellied man suddenly emerged and squatted right next to her, taking out a cigarette case.

      «Who are you?» Asked a stranger with a pleasant scent.

      – Excuse me, I probably got the wrong address, I’m looking for a rented apartment.

      – Wrong, go on looking, doll. You must come visit to me.

      – No thanks, I’ll go. I made the wrong house.

      – Go-go. Search. The stranger was clearly decently drunk.

      Diana decided to return to the place where she seemed to be in the past. The girl came out of the entrance, where three pairs of male eyes stared at her.

      – Hey beautiful!

      – What kind of lady do we have here?

      – Look what a paw! Come here, hurry!

      The men were clearly in the mood for some kind of acquaintance.

      In the meantime, it was already getting dark outside.

      Diana immediately jumped back into the entrance, slammed the door, heard curses addressed to her and called apartment number 47.

      – Who’s there?

      – Sorry, it’s me, Diana. I need help.

      The door opened and her new acquaintance stood on the threshold.

      – What happened to you? Are you problems with your husband? You are pale.

      – Yes… Excuse me, can I come in? Diana’s voice trembled, as did she. – You won’t believe what I am going to tell you now.

      – And what?

      – I live here. But I seem to have fallen into the distant past.

      – Diana, I’m sorry, is you drunk?

      – No, of course not. I have proof. And there, on the street, there are three men, they wanted…

      – Calm down. Come in. You are safe here. Come into the living room on the sofa, I’ll brew you an energy drink.

      – What?

      Well, tea, you yourself said…

      – Oh yes, sorry…

      – Not scary. Now try to calm down and get ready to tell me everything.

      – Well thank you.

      Diana walked into the living room, in the style of Soviet times or earlier, and sat down in a huge soft chair. Everything in the apartment was so rare, but at the same time new. The kettle rustled in the kitchen.