Eva. Valentin Kolesnikov

o'clock, as | could no longer endure waiting for the meeting. | walked along the alley,

      along which benches were placed on both sides. Somewhere on them Looking at the damp

      January weather, rare elderly women and old men sat looking at the pension. In the end, | got

      tired of walking back and forth, and | went to a secret meeting place. A wide panorama of the

      Dnieper, the monument to Prince Vladimir, and the pedestrian bridge across the Dnieper

      leading to Trukhanov Island opened from the gazebo. Admiring the panorama spread at my

      feet, | dreamed about how soon | would confess to Eve in love, kiss and love her. Behind my

      imaginary pictures, | did not notice the passage of time.

      – You, young man, promised to show me the jewelry, show me?! – | heard behind me a response

      to yesterday's password, shuddering in surprise. After a pause, | slowly turned to her and half

      rose from the bench.

      – | would not sell my treasure for anything, if | had it, | would give it to you as a token of

      gratitude for the amazing show that you pleased me with yesterday, and made me fall in love

      with you so much that now | don’t know What do i do? | wailed.

      – What, the kid is still not married, and you haven’t seen a woman's pussy, or what? – she

      laughed sincerely, – You'd better tell me why you were sent instead of Sosnin Boris

      Eduardovich? – | told everything how it was, and in turn asked:

      – What about the information?

      – Did that information burn with a blue flame when you burned it? – with a smile, the girl

      answered the question with a question.

      – Eva, can you repeat the information?

      – Let's do it this way, I'll go with you to you, we will plunge headlong into my show especially for

      you, and after that | will restore everything in detail, since | agree ?!

      | could not restrain myself, pressed her to me and, burning with love passion, began to kiss her

      so passionately that, laughing, she began to fight me off with her fists, saying:

      – Leave, leave a little of your ardor for our romance, lover of girls of easy virtue, huh? – Smiling

      with an angelic smile, she said, – Come on, | also missed a normal healthy guy, and not those

      jerks who flock to me in the chat, let's go!

      – Wait, let's go down to the vintage wine shop, which is near the hotel where you live … – | did

      not finish when she interrupted me with a patter:

      – Oh, no, no! Let's go to the funicular, go to the Pochtovaya Ploschad metro station and there

      are a lot of different wines for sale on Podil, we'll buy something for ourselves, okay?

      – It's coming! – | answered, completely falling under the skillful heel of my beloved priestess of

      Love … In the first wine store that came across, which was located on the way from Postal

      Square to Kontraktovaya Ploshchad metro station, they bought two bottles of Asti Brut

      champagne.

      – Eva, let's order a taxi? | suggested.

      – Oh, no, no, every day | go by taxi, then by BMW limousine, and | want to ride with a simple guy

      in a simple subway and feel like | was eighteen years old, at a graduation at school. She

      dreamily rolled her eyes, twirled in place, then threw herself on my neck and merged with me

      in a long kiss. This made me dizzy, and blissful tenderness for this girl spread throughout my

      body, causing an inevitable bliss of love for this unearthly creature. We passed by the sculpture

      of the philosopher Skovoroda with a knapsack on his shoulder and, in bast shoes on his feet. His

      face was turned towards the Kiev Mohelian Academy. Eva could not resist to speak about the

      graduates of this institution:

      – A nest of the destruction of the Ukrainian language, replacing it with some kind of Zapadinsky

      dialect, nurtured by the Fugitive Bendera in the American diaspora.

      – Yes, I'm not looking, zombie, it’s impossible to listen to this dialect, where in the oral speech

      of the announcers it sounds like “Ch” is pronounced with a terrible accent, and instead of the

      sound of the letter “0”, it says “U”, Shevchenko from such Ukrainian in the coffin is already

      overturned several times.

      – Yes, my hero, we are going to you, the sooner the better, | want you! | want normal human

      love! Help me if you are as you are, kind, good, gentle, – she suddenly blushed, and with her

      eyes filled with tears, hugged me, leaning against me, quieted down. We were standing on the

      platform, having let two trains pass in the direction of the Obolon station. Finally she whispered

      in my ear:

      – Excuse me, Valentin, | lost heart, because of everyday stress and endless nights of pretending

      with the vile and smelly employees of the CIA, the highest echelons of power, who consider us

      Ukrainians to be inferior and not people at all, unlike the Russian brothers, after all, we are one

      the people are obliged to stand in this war, Ukraine must disappear from the face of Russia,

      becoming Little Russia, or simply the outskirts of the Russian state, that's what | think.

      – These savages, degraded from the USA, will not stop, with their impudent slogan "War to the

      last Ukrainian!".

      We were already on the train when drunk five people in military camouflage robes burst into

      the car. They shouted loudly on their surzhik, feeling like the masters of Kyiv, and in general in

      Ukraine. Their senior, when he was the first to enter the Taras Shevchenko station, heard me

      say in Russian “… to the last Ukrainian!”. The whole company sat down in front of us, and this

      bat was staring at me with his piercing gaze, got up and came up to me:

      – Glory to Ukraine! – he said automatically and continued, – Do you have a cigarette to smoke?

      – A young man in our subway cars do not smoke! Eva intervened. | didn't have time to say a

      word when this man shouted:

      – What are you saying in the language of the occupiers?! And what is required to answer when

      they say Glory to Ukraine?!

      – You have to answer! – Eva said raising her voice, – Went to the place, and behave in a strange

      city not like in your own Carpathians, do you understand?!

      – What did you say, whore?! – Shouted the insolent man and, waving, brought the palm of his

      right hand over her right cheek. | intercepted the inevitable blow, parried it with my left hand

      and