Dressed to Kill. -2-

Arkady Borisovich enjoyed a hot bath and sherry. He loved this "lady's cognac". He's used to buying it only from the Shabo winery. AB had several boxes of stock in the cellar in the country. He was a sober drinker with an excellent taste being moderate in food and drinks.

AB's slim and athletic body after a bath and sherry wanted some more relaxation. Arkady Borisovich put on a terry robe, took a bottle and a glass and went to the living room. No strangers were in the apartment. He didn't need to look in the bedroom. He knew that Stepan Ilkovich was leaving his apartment at the speed of the Boryslaviv-Poltava express as soon as he realized that the owner had returned.

AB looked into the bedroom. Despite the quick departure of the express, Stepko carefully made the bed. "I might not do that," thought Arkady Borisovych, approached the coffee table, set down the bottle and goblet, slowly filled it with golden charms, and took a wooden box of cigars from the sideboard.

He was sitting in a deep armchair. He snorted and smoked a cigar. The shortwave "Grundig" tuned to BBC broadcasting the news of our senseless world in the wonderful voices of its announcers. Peace and harmony, sherry and smoke of a Cuban cigar. Voices from London. Arkady Borisovych fell asleep.

"Arkashenka! You're home. What a pleasant surprise!". AB opened his eyes. In front of him stood a luxurious, hot beauty Emma Eduardivna and recited the learned role of his wife in love.


- Hello, Emo! Happy to see you, darling. I fell asleep here and didn't hear you come in.
- It's okay, darling - EE continued to twitter - Have you had something to eat?
- No. I am not hungry. We have dinner together later. By the way, could you make the bed today?
- What, darling? Shall we heat up the family bed? - Emma Eduardivna winked.
- No. The fact is that in your absence, Stepan Ilkovich gave Kamasutra lessons to a young lady. Therefore, it is better to replace the stuff in our bed. Foreign biological materials could remain on the sheets.