5. Brother 4

3.

“May only he won’t come, may he won’t come,” she repeated to herself, heading through the underground passage to the agreed place.

It still depends on her: to go, to stop, to turn back ... In the space on the other side of the tunnel, she noticed his legs. He also noticed her and rushed to meet her. A heavy bag pulled back his shoulder and something tinkled there. Martha felt a short shake of a warm and firm hand.

- Hello! I already wanted to call you!

Like the last time, they took the bus to Bolshevik, but they took a different route to the hostel.

- We are going to visit my fellow countryman. When I walked to you, no one was there, now I don't know... You're twenty ... - his voice soared up, as if expecting a continuation.

- Just twenty.

- You said you want to learn how to make movies?

- Yes, I did.

- Then you need to have some special talents, about drawing well ...
- Yes, I do, I do painting.

- Can you draw everything? And me?

- Yes, especially portraits.

During the conversations, Marta did not notice how they ended up near that very hostel. This time he managed to persuade her, they entered, got into the elevator, went up to the 7th floor ...

Only some time later Martha, carried away by new impressions, found herself sitting in the company of four unfamiliar black guys in an unfamiliar room.

Immediately she remembered the stories of her sister, how at their institute rich black students mocked girls, and an unpleasant chill ran down her spine.

She was alert. She glanced furtively at her companion, deciding whether to trust him or whether it was time to call for help. Without a cap and jacket, he seemed completely different, and she seemed to be seeing him for the first time. He sat on her right. And on the left there was a huge black man, whose dimensions inspired her the most serious concerns, and when the guy leaned back so that Marta could not see him, her soul went into her heels.

“Lord, bring me through! Well, and I got into trouble! If I only knew! Why did I come here!? "

Looking around again, she noticed that the window was open, and on the table, among other utensils, was a huge knife, and she calmed down a little.

The owner of the room, on the other hand, was small, slightly taller than Martha. He hospitably scampered around the table, putting food on the plates, uncorked one of three bottles of wine. For some reason, Martha immediately liked him. Especially struck by the thin, fragile hands of his.

The fourth - a dense, baldish, the most cheerful person was sitting on the side of the table on a stool and looked at Martha with good-natured admiration. He said something to Nitram and they shook hands. And the girl didn’t like this handshake. Just in case, she prepared to act decisively. How can she be so stupid?! She looked at her new friend again. His hand softly, barely touching, fell on her waist.
- Where do you study? – she asked, looking into his eyes. “And what, you mean, is your name? Ni ... Nu ... Nuda? Nutam? Yes, it seems Nutam. "

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