Текст книги "The teacher"

Автор книги: Ksenia Nikitina

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«You've been missed here!»

«Thomas!» The man nodded, looking around the office, about to sit in the chair opposite, but when he saw Lily in the corner, sitting in the light of a dim lamp, he sauntered over to her. «What kind of miracle is this?»

The girl smiled as she accepted the man's light hand.

Tom jumped up to pull the blue-eyed, pretty bastard away from Lily.

«I Am Abraham Rahim.»

The girl did not know him or the entire criminal world, remaining carefree and naive, completely unresponsive to his name-brand.

«Easier,» said Shulman, taking the woman's hand and kissing it tenderly. «And then we will have a half-breed with such speed!» Abraham just grinned and sat down.

Tom covered her plump lips with his hand. She didn't have to show all her cards. He knows that everything will go wrong. Abraham shook his head.

«All right, let's make a deal, Thomas.»

The man sat down at the table reluctantly moving away from the girl. He pointed at Isaac.

«Take my miracle to the car.» Thomas's gaze fell on her. «Lily, go and wait for me there. I'll be right there. The tone was imperious.

The girl was stubborn, as if she didn't want it, and she laughed at it.

«Actually, I want to sit here!» she said, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting like a small but very sweet girl.

Shulman spread his hands in a gesture of approval, forcing a smile, knowing that she would answer for it:

«Whatever you say, honey.»

«What is your question?» he asked his colleague.

After a few seconds, Lily interrupted, drawing everyone's attention.

«Now I'd like to go to the car and wait for you there!» Shulman spread his hands again and nodded. What the hell was he supposed to do? She had already made a fool of Thomas, and it was too late to move.

«Isaac, take Lily to the car. Lily, put on my jacket, you were cold!» Tom tossed the assistant a jacket, which he immediately passed to the girl, who disappeared through the door, pulling on the heavy fabric. Abraham laughed and took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

«Stop poking your head, you idiot! Let's get on with our shitty business, and then I'll go back to my girlfriend,» Shulman said irritably, looking at the smoke from his nostrils. «We're going to go to a place and do some kosher stuff, so let's do it damn fast!»

He nodded.

«You look a little nervous,» Abraham said, « Today you first learned what a boner is?»

Thomas was ready to blow his colleague's brains out, but so far it wasn't in his favor.

«Damn it, Abraham, let's get down to business.»

He didn't want to talk; he was probably just visiting his workers, but he wandered in out of curiosity, because he was sure the whole pub was already buzzing about the woman who had come with Thomas Schulman. The Jew waved a hand at this idiot, collecting the necessary things from the table.

«Is she eighteen?»

Tom nodded irritably, searching for his passport, which he had forgotten.

«Do her parents know you're Jewish?»

Shulman straightened up.:

«Look, Abraham, you're really making fun of me. I'm leaving, and just try to ruin something here while I'm gone!»

Abraham stubbed out his cigarette and handed him the passport on the other side of the table.

«This girl is playing you all she wants. I'm sorry,» he said, rising from his seat.

«Oh, it's just a distraction, right? As soon as the fish is put on the hook, it will spoil its mood by how everything around it will change, and most importantly,» said Tommy, «we will switch places, so to speak.»

«For some reason, this is cruel, even cynical…» Abraham chuckled, adjusting his collar. «A little girl and a grown-up sly Jewish uncle.»

Cruel? Cynical? And this is what the man who steps over their heads and bathes in human blood tells him. And they say this is the end. It was almost midnight when Lily and Tom arrived at Heathrow and checked into the hotel, looking wearily around the room with its many pieces of furniture in the hall, a large bed in the bedroom, a kitchen with a full refrigerator, and a spacious shower room.

Lily looked around with delight.

«Everything for me?»

«It's all yours,» he assured her, dropping the bags at the entrance.

Lily hugged the Jew tightly from behind and kissed him lightly on the shoulder blades. Tom didn't know what to think, and turned slowly, trying not to startle her. His face was level with hers, and his lips were close to hers. Thomas kissed her.

«Like it?» he asked in a whisper, holding the soft face in his right hand.

«Is this a room or a kiss?»

Tom laughed a little, letting her study the rest, and headed for the shower. Half an hour after the bath, Lily was sitting on the back of the sofa, still enjoying her surroundings, not wanting to waste the time allotted until morning on sleeping. Tom handed her a sliced green Apple, and she crunched it into her mouth. She tapped her slender legs against his chest, which was wrapped in a large Terry-cloth robe. Gentle hands buried themselves in his hair and sensually massaged his tired head. The man leaned his head back against the seat, peering under the fabric of her robe.

«Tommy!» she exclaimed, pinching the tip of his nose.

In response, he bit her hip and received a light blow to the top of her head.

«It hurts! Teeth and nails are the dirtiest place, Mr. Shulman!»

Tom ignored her grumbling, touching his lips to her knees and thighs, gently stroking the outside of them, lifting his hands to her buttocks. Thin skin, soft and cool, with lots of goosebumps, but so smooth. She stirred, stopping chewing the Apple as his kisses quickened on the inside of her thighs, down to her calves and back again. Shulman did this alternately, hearing only sobs and agitated breathing.

«You smell so sweet.»

She shrugged.

«Soap?»

«Noo… childhood.»

The Jewish voice became even more hoarse and low, a little relaxed. Shulman turned to face her, knelt, put his fingers on her legs, climbed up the robe, and untied the tight belt. Her eyes were like huge saucers with dark edges, so excited and scared. She leaned against the wall, leaning away from Thomas on the back of the sofa. Tom's hands went back to his thighs, tracing them and drawing invisible patterns. Another movement, and they were higher, under the Terry cloth, making their way to the buttocks. The edges of the robe began to slowly part, revealing a cleavage between her Breasts, a flat tummy, and a chest. When his gaze slid lower, Lily was already covered, tying the straps.

«Tom, don’t!» She squeezed his fingers on her buttocks, squeezing them until they were almost blue. The Jew held out his hands in front of him, as if she were an exhibit in a Museum that he couldn't touch even if he really wanted to.

«Why?» His trousers swelled with the effort, and he lowered himself to her thighs, covering her again with kisses that she clearly liked, his fingers brushing her ankles.

«Do you know what my father will do to me?»she asked in a trembling voice, looking down at Shulman.

He knew what her father would do to him, but for some reason he was drawn to her even more. Forbidden fruit is sweet.

«He won't find out, will he? If you don't tell him, he won't know anything, right?»

Lily nodded uncertainly, meeting his gaze with a mixture of shame and interest. Let's just say it was a routine lice check. And they tested not only Thomas, but also Lily, a Tough nut to crack, if I may say so, who knows her own worth and is afraid of her father. Tom wasn't going to take her just like that, in some hotel, in some room, on some couch. First she must become a Jew, which is why they are going to Jerusalem. And then they will see.

«No offense, but I can't,» she said, her voice trembling with emotion, and Lily swallowed a few words and got up to leave.

«I won't be offended.»

His hands opened and he released her, forcing her to jump over the edge of the sofa, head for the bedroom, and dive into bed with a relieved smile.

Part VII

Territory of Jerusalem

Thomas and Lily arrived at the hotel almost in the evening. Entering a large and spacious bedroom, Tom washed and straightened his hair, noticing a girl lying on her stomach, leafing through a Jewish magazine. Her smooth back and natural curves beckoned to him. He leaned over her, kissing the sticky, salty skin of her shoulders, pressing her against the bed.

«What does it say?»

Oh, those girlish things to distract him. Tom reluctantly looks up from the soft skin, trying to make out the text, but his eyes see nothing.

«Well… it says here that every girl, even if not a Jew, who arrives in the Holy city, must enter the waters of the Mikvah to be purified spiritually and gain strength, « Shulman lied, preparing the Lily for tomorrow's event, continuing to stand in a semicircle, returning his lips to her body.»

«And why?» Lily exclaimed in a strangled voice, cringing at his caresses and smiling sheepishly.

«What is this stupid habit of asking me ten times»

«I just told you, honey, to be clean and strong. I'm going swimming tomorrow, too.»

His lips explored every unbridled inch of her smooth skin, and his ears caressed her sighs.

«You're as heavy as an elephant!» she hissed, trying to throw Thomas off her.

«Great pose, if I decide to take it by force, I will not turn away!» the Jew thought.

«But you can't run away…» Shulman said, getting to his feet and giving Lily his hand. She looked at him and smiled sweetly.

They had dinner at a restaurant where Thomas was finally able to enjoy traditional Jewish cuisine again. Small and cosy tables by the window, pastel colours, soft music and no clinking of freaking forks, like in a cheap Jewish eatery in London. Food is prepared strictly in accordance with kashrut. No stinking blood in the meat, no fucking dogs, cats, pigs or rabbits. No more fucking cancer. Only kosher food fills the soul.

«Don't boil a kid in its mother's milk, don't mix one with the other. Everything is fine, and everything is as it likes.»

Lily picked at the fish without much appetite, glancing at Thomas from time to time, her face propped on her fist. It was interesting to watch her as she straightened a short lock of hair and gazed thoughtfully out of the window. It's hard not to admire her simple beauty. But Shulman could tell from her pretty face that something was bothering her. Thomas pushed his plate away.

«Are you feeling ill after the flight?»

Lily shook her head violently, twirling her fork in her hand and trying to find the right words. Thomas already had a rough idea of the subject. She must have touched her sweet spot, which made Lily shiver, afraid that he would snap and do something stupid.

«Tom, I know this isn't going to be a thank-you trip for me.»

«You got it right....»

Shulman frowned, waiting for more.

«And I don't want to pay you with my body.»

«Ha, funny! Did I ask you to do this?»

She got lost, dropping her fork, and stooped to pick it up, knocking over a glass of juice that ran across the table, trickling into her lap. Everyone turned at the clatter of dishes. Tom stood up, suppressing a smile, and held out a napkin to help her dry her dress. Lily's face was flushed and her eyes twitched like a toy watch. That's how she got caught in the Jewish immodest network.

«The mothballs stereotype is to save yourself for one person, but I support it and, moreover, respect it.» Shulman said, returning to his food.

They didn't mention it again, leaving a stain on her dress. Thomas had woken her up early in the morning with a kiss on her cheek, so warm and soft from sleep, with little stripes on the rumpled sheet.

«Why so early?» Lily asked, looking first at Tom and then at the clock with her eyes half closed.

«Because time is short, and there are a lot of places to visit. We'll sleep in London, dear.»

The girl muttered something unintelligible as she got out of bed and adjusted her short nightgown.

«Go take a shower and put on a light dress. Take dry clothes with you.»

«Take another shower? I only washed my face six hours ago.»

Tom smiled at Lily.

«Just do what I say, Okay?»

Lily stuck out her tongue at him, and Tom turned away when she saw the grimace in the mirror. He got up two hours ago, washed his face, combed his hair, had a Cup of coffee, called the pub and gave everyone a good thrashing.

An hour later they arrived at the mikveh, where Tom had already met some rabbis of his acquaintance, one of whom was the Jew's great-uncle, and had once circumcised him when He was a child, coming to London for the purpose. They had a great relationship. Thomas's uncle, Mr. David Hagit, always helped his mother by sending money and food, of which there was so little. Tom described Lily's situation to him, assuring the chief Rabbi that she was sincerely willing to accept the faith for good purposes.

«Thomas, my boy, are you sure this girl is really ready to go through the Gur? If it's not from the heart, then she and you may be in trouble. Very big trouble!»

«I don't doubt it. She's ready.»

Tom lied again and didn't even blink. Of course, she wasn't ready, and moreover, she didn't even know what would happen to her when she descended into the sacred waters. Less knows, better sleepmos.Thomas wanted it with all his heart.

After passing the Giyur, his non-Jew will one day become a full member of the Jewish people. Her conversion to Judaism will mean merging with the Jews, and most importantly-with Shulman, as well as accepting the commandments that he will teach her to fulfil. Yes, of course, for Lily this should be an independent process and an independent decision that will have to wait for years. As you know, Thomas didn't like to wait, and he didn't want to. He also hoped that after this procedure, he and Lily would become one, or «one person with one heart. Tom took the girl by the hand and led her to his uncle and the other rabbis, showing them her feminine beauty. They definitely saw her as pure, pure, and full of potential. Thomas and Lily entered a small brick building that was light and warm enough. Behind the wall was a reservoir of natural, clean water that collected after rain only by gravity, without any pumps or other conventional systems. Tom placed a towel and a dry dress on a small carved wooden bench, helping Lily remove the chain and cross.

«Listen to me,» Shulman said, moving closer to her face, «listen to me very carefully. You're going to go into that room, undress, and take three dips in the water, right? Then you can get dressed and come here.»

Lily nodded, doing as he asked, and looked at Tom as if He were a fool to laugh at her. Lily stood with wet hair, wiping her face, which was dripping cool drops, shivering from the cold.

«Now say it again, but don't take off your dress and don't listen to what they tell you.»

They went down different corridors. Tom climbed a small flight of stairs, standing next to his uncle, who was preparing the Torah, prayers, and everything necessary for the incarnation of giyur, pulling on his glasses. Lily entered the room and was surprised to see all four of them standing on a small raised platform and looking at her.

«Isn't she pregnant?» One of the rabbis asked in a whisper, to which Thomas shook his head, not at all offended by the question. After all, if the pregnancy occurred before the adoption of the faith, it means that the fetus was conceived in uncleanness, hence the conclusion that the Goy will be born. If a woman becomes pregnant after immersion in the mikvah, then her child will become a full-fledged Jew. It's very simple.

«Enter the water, my child.»

The girl waded into the water, shivering. The rich fabric of her dress let in the sacred waters, taking with it her sins and past life. During the immersion procedure, her uncle explained the basics of faith, the meaning of the Sabbath, and some other commandments. «You must unquestioningly and conscientiously observe the laws of family cleanliness, light Sabbath and holiday candles…» he said, looking at the girl, who only looked at Shulman with fear, not understanding what was happening. Uncle David began to say the prayers one by one, and Tom joined in, glancing at Lily from time to time.

Perhaps the girl became a real Jew only because she unquestioningly observed the commandments, which means that Lilia will follow the instructions of Jewish traditions. Thomas hid all this under the insincerity of omission, although there was real insincerity and even denial. She became a Jew, although there is very little chance that she will keep the commandments. Fortunately, Thomas's uncle accepts this principle: «he who has accepted Jewishness among non-Jews is already a Ger.»This principle applies to those who have accepted Judaism with very little knowledge of its laws, especially the laws of the Sabbath. Lily falls into this category, so Shulman's conscience seems to be clear, or nearly so. Yes, Lily is sure that the Jewish laws I observe are purely ceremonial and not enforceable. Based on this, it can be attributed to the category of people who accept Judaism on the basis of very little knowledge. So, again, everything he does is basically correct and doesn't contradict Thomas. In General, he prepared her for Judaism, introduced her to the traditions, food, and laws that he followed, and she followed them all the time. Lily dived into the water three times while Tom checked the accuracy of the Dive. The bright sun that illuminated the pool was hidden by the darkness, and Tom looked up in the darkness, hearing only her loud sigh with a sob and the splashing of the water. It was too quiet, no birds singing, no people outside, no rustling of leaves, nothing at all. Only darkness and echoing silence. An Eclipse covered the sky.

«Blessed Are You, Lily.» The Rabbi finished in a low, husky voice.

Part VII

Wednesday is an unhappy day in itself, which became even more unfortunate when Thomas Schulman did not see his name on the list of examiners. If Lily hadn't been in her senior year, he would have been minding his own business in the pub right now, and would have made a large and short sum for all this nonsense. Meanwhile, Thomas was walking down the empty corridor to the Director, who sometimes seemed completely broken. One of her pink styles spoke of a brain malfunction. The woman stormed out of the office, nearly knocking Tom off his feet.

«Oh!» she exclaimed in a raspy and unpleasant voice, as if she had been given a job in an operetta, looking up at Thomas, «Mr. Shulman, welcome!»

As if in a fit, she insisted on the absence of a «teacher supervisor» in the fourth year, who would make sure that very cunning and quirky girls, including Lily, took the exam conscientiously. Shulman smiled with satisfaction, glad that the day had started in his favour. Ten minutes later, Thomas reached the right floor and noticed Lily sitting on her bag, her eyes darting nervously over her notebook, repeating the material. Thin legs, high white socks, and a black skirt. Tom didn't like the way she sat there, flashing her charms. This is inappropriate behaviour for a decent, even newly minted Jew. There were fourteen of them, talking and shuffling their notebooks. Klutz-Lily didn't even look up, trying to memorize the information, but you can't get enough air before you die. It was Shulman's fault that she didn't have time to prepare, because he took her to Jerusalem and arranged a mini-vacation. They didn't return until Monday night, tired, but Thomas thought they were happy. Everything would be fine if it weren't for one small "but".

«Tommy, can you give me back the cross and chain?»

The Jew was not going to give her the goods, so he pointedly rummaged in his pockets, spread his hands, and lowered his head guiltily, expressing maximum regret.

«I'm very sorry, I think I lost it… So sorry. How much does it cost?» Lily sighed.

«Yes, I don't need money.»

Tom gave her ten pounds. Too much for such a thin and flimsy weave, the cross darkened with salt and sweat, slightly bent and scratched. Soon the ladies were in the study, standing at the entrance, which met them with pale turquoise walls, gleaming Board, open Windows, and a warm summer wind that fluttered the snow-white curtains. Lily walked over to the teacher's Desk and smiled when she saw Tom, and he winked at her, jokingly threatening her with a metal ruler. Tom took two steps, pulled the girl to him by the cardigan, and came close to her ear:

«This ruler will kick your ass if you fail the exam, okay?»

Lily blushed, turned pale, and giggled nervously as she pulled out her ticket and took her seat. Five teachers, three specialized and two General-it is simply impossible to write off. Besides, getting a metal ruler on your fingers isn't that much fun. Shulman walked around the office, occasionally glancing at Lily, who was scribbling on a large sheet of paper without much effort. Midwifery is really her calling, but she's stuck in chemistry, nervously glancing at her watch. Tom stood over her, looking down. A thin finger pointed at an equation she couldn't solve. Shulman memorized these substances and sat down, rummaging in his pockets and finding a piece of paper with a number on it. He turned the piece of paper over and smoothed it out, then began writing an answer, blowing it off the answer book. Lily tapped her fingers on the table. The Jew came up to her and slid the answers under her elbow, tapping the ruler lightly on her bare thigh. The girl almost laughed when she finished her work. Soon she was defending her answers, making excuses and proving them, getting a well-deserved rating.

«Great as always, Lily!» said the teacher of the midwifery cycle, smiling at the groin.

Tom went out into the corridor with the girl, feeling her warm and happy hands on his neck.

«Without you, I would not have passed the exam,» she whispered, her plump lips gently touching his plump lips, leaving a tremulous and uncertain kiss that tingled his trimmed beard.

«Do you want to thank me?» Shulman flashed lustful eyes, lighting up the girl with a roguish and slightly crooked smile.

Lily licked her lips, then bit her lower lip, playfully replacing the positive response.

«In order…» he grabbed her hand, quickly climbed to the second floor, ran down a narrow corridor, and finally unlocked the door to his office.

Tom glanced at the girl's face from time to time, still resolute and smug. They entered the classroom by the hand, squeezed between the desks, and went to the teacher's Desk. The man was sitting in a chair with his legs wide apart, and he slapped his thighs several times, beckoning to Lily.

«Sit on me.»

The girl took everything absolutely literally, sat down on the edge of his knee, straightened her skirt, looking questioningly into his clear blue-green eyes, into his haggard and tired face. Impatiently, Thomas lifted her by the elbow and turned her so that her legs began to part.

«Yes, that's it, spread your legs and sit down, huh?»

Lily sat on his strong, firm thighs, smoothing the edges of the skirt, carefully and slowly straightening the crumpled fabric, timidly looking into his eyes. Tom lowered his skilled hands to her legs, quickly brought them to her buttocks, where he pulled her closer to him, lowering the scabbard to his groin. She flinched, feeling a steady male impulse, and made a sharp attempt to pull away, but Shulman wouldn't let her, pulling her even harder.

«Don't be afraid of me, sun. I'm in control, okay?»

And now she was hot even through the fabric of her underwear, burning him, arousing him, and driving him mad at the same time. He looked into her brown eyes, half-closed and relaxed, reading her lust, seeing his own reflection. Thomas knew she wanted him, but if he hadn't been wearing trousers, she would have straddled him. But, alas, so far they only «play». How long will these games last, and what happens when Shulman gets tired of waiting? His hands still rested on her buttocks, which he moved smoothly but rhythmically and sensuously. Finally, her apparent indifference was betrayed by a moan that Tom covered with his lips, stretching out the pleasure and the kiss. He watched her parched lips, with their little cracks and hollows, as his deft fingers reached for the neck of her light shirt, undoing the buttons one by one, as if casually touching the soft skin. These moments seemed interminable because of the trepidation and excitement. After the fourth button, a woman's hand stopped his fingers.

«Let me see.» the Jew's voice became very low and hoarse, even more strained: «I won't eat you with my eyes, will I?»

It was hard not to argue with Shulman here, because his gaze had been eating into her soul from the moment she first met him in class. The girl hesitated, weighing all the pros and cons, seeing the complete calm of the Jew sprawled on a chair. His even, measured breathing also relaxed her, and she opened the edges of her shirt to look at him. Tom watched her in silence, his eyes fixed on her, feeling a new surge of arousal that pushed at his hands, but he tried to keep them, like his penis, in check, expectantly Sizzling the young and tender roundness of her breasts. Lily wanted more, swallowing the bittersweet taste of the first conscious, or maybe not, desire that flowed through her body, gathering in the pit of her stomach.

«Do you want me to show you something?» she asked in a low, almost soundless whisper, to which Shulman nodded approvingly, watching as she pushed her shirt aside, half exposing her left breast, giving him a glimpse of the scar. It was small, but deep, and looked more like a cigarette butt that had been smothered on the skin.

«No one else saw it.»

Tom wondered how it had come to be there, and who had dared to leave it, but instead the man ran his fingertips over it, feeling the roughness of the small depression.

Lily adjusted the edges of her clothing, and the man frowned thoughtfully, his face contorted slightly.

«Show me more!» he said, and without thinking, Lily pulled back the cloth, revealing the same scarred chest. Thomas jerked down, his lips wet and hard, quickly kissing the old wound.

Lily began to breathe faster, drawing in the air that was now so lacking in her adrenaline-filled lungs. She ran her fingers through her unruly brown hair, which a moment ago had been neatly arranged on its side and smelled of tar soap. Shulman raised his head, returning to the girl's insatiable lips, echoing in the empty office with a ringing smack, like the clicking of dry fingers against each other. She touched his silky, full beard, studying its color, which was several shades different from his hair.

He buttoned his shirt carefully, returning his hands to his slender waist, wanting to cool his ardor, which would not have done any good just yet.

Thomas and Lily went down to the car, holding hands, and Tom didn't care if anyone in College saw. They didn't care, because Tom was walking hand in hand with a beautiful student, walking her to his car. Three months of such jokes would make him impotent before his time. Shulman is basically doomed to this, because the gas he inhaled and burned a good half of his body during the war. Lily stared out the window, fidgeting on her wet panties, which had soaked his pants in the area of the fly, leaving a small blur.

«How do I remove it now?» He muttered to himself as he tried to clean his pants, because he was going to meet with Ahmet Ozan, the head of the Turkish group.

«Tommy, please, I don't want to go home yet!» she pleaded, not wanting to be bored in her room.

Lily no longer needed to learn Latin, so Thomas kissed the top of her head with a grunt of approval. They entered the lobby of the bar, where Tom wanted to get back to his men's business. The girl got out of the car, hiding behind him.

«So I need to do some work, okay? In the meantime, take a walk around the bar, look in the pool room, and eat something nice in the dining room, Okay? Just don't touch anything, it's dangerous!»

«Don't worry» he warned her, adjusting her cardigan, placing the curious item under Isaac's responsibility.

«Well, keep an eye on her. She's a real badass!»

Half an hour of peace and quiet while Shulman sorted through his documents, checking and rechecking each delivery agreement. Ahmet Ozan-his former friend and just a pretentious freak, appeared very conveniently. Tom got up from his seat and started toward him, because the bastard had to be escorted. He knew that Ozan was constantly closing stores and establishments that sold his signature drug. The bastard did his job quietly, unnoticed, and unnoticed. Then why is Thomas making drugs so that some little shit like this can't stop him from selling them? Tom was literally nervous about the lack of sex, as well as the revolver that was in the desk. His ten percent, a paltry ten percent of drug revenue, Ahmet wants to cut even more? The Turk was already waiting for Thomas in his light hat and three-piece suit with a virgin moustache that even Lily wouldn't have appreciated! All his Turkish essence and nature reminded Thomas of a faggot from the Renaissance! Even Lily, even she, would not have climbed on this effeminate scoundrel, who well, a priori can not be a man. Tomas came up to him, looking haughtily and inquiringly into his tanned face, intending to say a few kind words, but they were all deafened by the girl's screeching.

«Everyone stay HERE!» Shulman muttered, recognizing the voice and rushing toward it.

Lily stood with burned, aching hands. Tom flew over to her, put his hands under the cold water tap, and fortunately washed the whole girl's face.

«WHAT DID I TELL YOU, WHAT DID I ASK YOU TO DO?» Thomas screamed so loudly that the entire staff jumped and then fell silent, forcibly holding her red hands under the water.

«WHAT DID YOU DO?» Tom turned to Isaac, who was more scared than Shulman and Lily combined, knowing that the boss would rip his head off first. «WHO even LET HER NEAR the stove?!» Tom turned to everyone, noticing that Ahmet was standing silently behind him.

«I went to take a piss.» Isaac excused himself

«What? What did you say? Went to take a leak! Ah, then I am sorry, my friend! It's a fucking reason!»