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Career
- Come on, girl!
On the threshold of the studio Nina zarobela. She knew these filmmakers. It is still forced to undress. And about this Nina for all firmly decided, no, no!
The interior of the cabinet to expose the body, however, did not have. The room was very much like a home economics room to the village school. He was narrow as a pencil case, and in the distance, near the window, was the teacher's desk. Only here, instead of the teacher sitting producer. And some nimble type of spinning the camera. Another reason was the refrigerator.
I slipped the idea that suddenly these two are the live broadcast? "Yes, and let them out!" - Nina decided. A waitress in rygalovku she will not go! It would be better - there is promise here - in music videos removed.
- What is your name? - I asked the producer.
- No ... Nina - mouthed, suddenly surprised to themselves hoarse, she said.
- Removes there somewhere?
- Shot? - She repeated helplessly.
No, of course, nowhere it is not removed. Neither the films nor the clips or advertising. And now she had to say something, so any way to win these uncles. Something that they did not say: "Come here, girl, we do not need those!»
- It was shot or not? - Said the producer and suddenly began furiously scratching under his beard, as if it there is someone bitten.
- Yes, - said Nina.
- Where?
- At school?
- Op-Panko! Interesting! - Whistled Shustrik the camera.
- What do you mean - in school? - The producer's eyes widened.
- Well, for the honor roll ...
The two men suddenly began to laugh. Producer even so nearly beat his head against the table, repeating:
- To honor roll! I hueyu, expensive edition! Anecdote, shit!
Nina realized that was dishonored. Now it is kicked. And what can be done? What?
- Photos you also did not bring a miracle in feathers? - I asked nimble.
- Do not ... do not ... And we must bring? Thanks! I did not know! - Nina muttered.
- The next time you take off from the board and bring honor - instructively lifted a finger producer.
Is he serious? Suddenly his stomach cramp. Breath.
- Yes, sit down, stand it? - Said the bearded man, pointing to a chair.
Indeed. Nina realized how sorry she must now looks. Standing and stooping. Cramps in the stomach loosened tentacles like an octopus attacking. Nina farted.
We had probably say something. Sorry. But there was silence. And there, in the silence he floated a thin stream of sweet smell. Around both the meat-packing plant in their village.
Mental Ninkin eyes suddenly acquired an extraordinary clarity. Before him there was a fence special schools, mass myasuhi, Ivanovich on a bicycle, on the steering wheel shopping bags, they bottle and Ivanovich in the morning - in the shit. Familiar faces. "Oh, Ninka! Did not work in Moscow, is not it? "Yuri Pimply felon. Again he had to suck. Only on his return also ask for forgiveness for what has been such a fool. "No!" - Beating in hysterics all Ninkino being. "Yes! - Coined the voice of reason. - You go to work for myasuhu, Mom! »
- And she likes me more, - said at the smart camera. - Where are you from, a miracle?
- The tractor we - what for Nina said in the plural.
Tractor called its urban village.
- "Nina, Nina, as the picture, it is a tractor and motor," - he said the producer, his fingers again began to scrape his chin and looked at the operator. - Nina Hagen listened in his youth and, Dim?
- I'm on the "wave" in his childhood joking - said the operator. - On me your dick punk rock does not burst.
A producer has pulled his fingers from his beard, he looked at Ninka with a sly squint and Lenin spoke nonsense obvious:
- Nina Hagen Nina ... Tractor ... Heh, both versions fucking ...
Nina did not understand. Yes, in fact, no longer trying. "Again suck - howling in my head a dreary wind. - Second time not because'll break away! »
- Come on, Nina Tractor zastoni! - Suddenly ordered to the producer.
Why is it not being driven? Maybe it's her chance?
Nina obediently plucked out a low moan.
- Not a fountain, - muttered producer. - A little scream with pleasure, Nina Tractor?
Nina screamed. From the heart. Loud.
- Are you stupid, or what? - Dima asked the operator. - Actually not absorbed, perhaps, what you are asking? It does not suck?
- Get A Single cucumber! - Interrupted by his producer.
The operator went to the refrigerator, opened the door. Nina is not without surprise there noticed an opened bottle of brandy, sliced on a slice of lemon. And the long, green cucumber on a nearly empty shelf. It's the operator has taken, put on the table.
- A Can you, Nina tractor, pick it up without using their hands?
Well, that was easy. Nina gently picked up the vegetable lips previously held by his language.
She sat like a fool with a cucumber in the mouth. A producer and the operator looked at her eyes wide in surprise.
- No, Dimych, you see? - Said the producer. - She is a genius fucking Nina our tractor!
***
Nina arrived in the village a short time, after eight months. Whether the motherland has become even dirtier than it was, whether Nina is too good for her thought. She looked into the street, and it seemed that the invisible hand of someone with a large ladle from the heart, with a slide allocated to the pits on the pavement a thick, well-mud porridge.
Nina went to the bus at the special school, went cautiously on the sidelines.
A gust of wind from the slaughterhouse. Nina admitted to herself that even missed the smell, always completely discourages her appetite.
Towards I rolled on the bike Ivanovich. The wheel dangling string bag with bottles.
- Hello, Ivanovitch! - Nina smiled.
Ivanovitch lifted his head and looked at her. Furor went with his unshaven face, replaced by a joyful surprise.
- Nina! Are you? Well, Well, a fig yourself!
- Yeah, uncles Ivanovich, I ...
- You're quite the queen became! A nurse with Genka you have been waiting for.
- I do not have lied about Genk! - Nina was indignant.
Gena was her unofficial stepfather. Nina openly hated him. For all these grasping ass with the threat, because the mother pussy.
On the way to the house met Barabukinu. Oh, and grown fat former classmate! And what odezhka!
My mother wept with joy. Dumped hungover, disgusting Genk. Ches dirty under belly shirts.
- Well, who are you now, my daughter ?! - Wailing mother, much older is less than a year Ninkinogo absence. - No report of thee, nor the spirit! Vaughn, and the letters do not write!
- Now, my mother, in Moscow only communicate via e-mail ...
- What is this, the robot is now Porfirevna mail with a replacement? - Funny alarmed mother.
Mother Nina brought a DVD-player. Genk - a bottle of expensive vodka. And immediately regretted it. Stepfather vyglushil its four sitting without feeling no taste, pulled out of the closet some stain remover, it began to pour yourself a glass. Soon drunk, his mother pushed him to the barn, where Gena was equipped with "rezidentsiya" with clamshell.
Then he pulled up and other guests. Bespectacled Sanych Pal, head teacher of the school. Classmates and Voropaeva Zheltonosova. A neighbor Varvara Antonovna. Nina told them that the actress got a job at the studio. No, it is not yet blockbusters released. Maybe then, soon. A movie in which she plays, more private video libraries are removed. It called all this "art-house".
- Well, for the art-house! - Arose from the glass in the hands of Pal Sanych.
All mentioned as prettier Nina. As it became fashionable to dress up and "not talk our way."
Sitting almost did not even spoiled suddenly awakened Genk. He stormed into the kitchen and began to bully flimsy, bespectacled Pal Sanycha. Mother had to give him a twenty on the stain remover. Only then I was able to show the door.
When the guests left, the mother and daughter sat in the kitchen. Yes, suddenly embraced.
- I'm so worried about you, Nina, - said the mother. - In Moscow, they say a lot of floss. You see ... there is not to vlipla in anything! ..
- No, Mom! - Nina laughed. - No there is no floss.
After a pause, he asked:
- But tell me, how can you live with this monster, with this Genka?
- No one helps me, and I live here. When you live a daughter to a monster!
- I'll take you, Mom! - Nina promised. - Be sure to take away!
- Ninck! - I heard a hoarse voice from the door.
At the door stood Yurik. How Nienke wanted to avoid this meeting! Well, considering that the news spread through the village like wildfire in the desert, its appearance should not be surprised.
- What do you want?
- Talk.
Nina closed her eyes. "Tell him to go to the dick? Fight will begin to brawl. All right, let's talk ... »
Took to the streets.
- Che, was the coolest? Business, huh? - Not good, are thieves, rock, said Yuri. - Already know the old friends do not know, do not call for a visit, huh? Moskalkov become, right?
- Yes, what Moskalkov Che are you talking about? And his hands take away.
- And Che - not even otsosesh?
- Yes, you ohuel, Yuri!
- Only gypsies and blacks suck, right? - Yuri grinned like a wolf.
- How do you know?
- And the boys from Artemivka said. They collect porn. Che, a nurse, I suppose, does not know? Let her eyes reveal?
- No, - said softly, Nina. - No need to open your eyes to it.
She sucked from Jyrki right on the porch. Fortunately all the neighbors were asleep. At some point, Nina heard a faint whimpering from the porch. Mama? But Yuri only stronger pressed her head to that, from what Nina so happily escaped to Moscow.
When Nina came back, the mother began to gather to sleep. For up-to-morrow was early. You can not be late for the train. "Did you see my mother? Or not? "- Wondered Nina. Never before have thought of something, fell asleep.
***
- We suffer losses Nina - explained producer Vova, pacing the Chillmere basement studio. - To pay for electricity you know how much is necessary? This one lamp lighting - there is so much kilowatts eats! Zaebeshsya pay! And what - you a little of your seven hundred dollars?
- Little, - said Nina. - I was just three hundred and fifty per room crying. And on makeup and tights to ...
- You have me for another score, including sanitary napkins! - Vova smiled ruefully. - I do, Nina, I can not do! So all the production its last breath. This dick on our films need? Anyone damn, something special Give. Now, if oral sex with wolfhound - say. Tell me, Nina, would you sucked wolfhound?
Yes, - said Nina desperately.
- Hmm! - Producer ran his fingers through his beard, zaskrebsya. - And this - the idea! Similarly, you can? If so, then soon the issue of raising the salary you will be considered positively. Hmm!
- Yes, - I said Nina remembered weeping mother. - Of course. Why not?
Vova has called some dog handlers, negotiated the lease of a wolfhound. Rottweiler did not fit. Shepherd too. Bernard - still all right.
And Nina felt happiness. So she took the first step of a career in the capital! And now something Nina knew that all she had - get.
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On the threshold of the studio Nina zarobela. She knew these filmmakers. It is still forced to undress. And about this Nina for all firmly decided, no, no!
The interior of the cabinet to expose the body, however, did not have. The room was very much like a home economics room to the village school. He was narrow as a pencil case, and in the distance, near the window, was the teacher's desk. Only here, instead of the teacher sitting producer. And some nimble type of spinning the camera. Another reason was the refrigerator.
I slipped the idea that suddenly these two are the live broadcast? "Yes, and let them out!" - Nina decided. A waitress in rygalovku she will not go! It would be better - there is promise here - in music videos removed.
- What is your name? - I asked the producer.
- No ... Nina - mouthed, suddenly surprised to themselves hoarse, she said.
- Removes there somewhere?
- Shot? - She repeated helplessly.
No, of course, nowhere it is not removed. Neither the films nor the clips or advertising. And now she had to say something, so any way to win these uncles. Something that they did not say: "Come here, girl, we do not need those!»
- It was shot or not? - Said the producer and suddenly began furiously scratching under his beard, as if it there is someone bitten.
- Yes, - said Nina.
- Where?
- At school?
- Op-Panko! Interesting! - Whistled Shustrik the camera.
- What do you mean - in school? - The producer's eyes widened.
- Well, for the honor roll ...
The two men suddenly began to laugh. Producer even so nearly beat his head against the table, repeating:
- To honor roll! I hueyu, expensive edition! Anecdote, shit!
Nina realized that was dishonored. Now it is kicked. And what can be done? What?
- Photos you also did not bring a miracle in feathers? - I asked nimble.
- Do not ... do not ... And we must bring? Thanks! I did not know! - Nina muttered.
- The next time you take off from the board and bring honor - instructively lifted a finger producer.
Is he serious? Suddenly his stomach cramp. Breath.
- Yes, sit down, stand it? - Said the bearded man, pointing to a chair.
Indeed. Nina realized how sorry she must now looks. Standing and stooping. Cramps in the stomach loosened tentacles like an octopus attacking. Nina farted.
We had probably say something. Sorry. But there was silence. And there, in the silence he floated a thin stream of sweet smell. Around both the meat-packing plant in their village.
Mental Ninkin eyes suddenly acquired an extraordinary clarity. Before him there was a fence special schools, mass myasuhi, Ivanovich on a bicycle, on the steering wheel shopping bags, they bottle and Ivanovich in the morning - in the shit. Familiar faces. "Oh, Ninka! Did not work in Moscow, is not it? "Yuri Pimply felon. Again he had to suck. Only on his return also ask for forgiveness for what has been such a fool. "No!" - Beating in hysterics all Ninkino being. "Yes! - Coined the voice of reason. - You go to work for myasuhu, Mom! »
- And she likes me more, - said at the smart camera. - Where are you from, a miracle?
- The tractor we - what for Nina said in the plural.
Tractor called its urban village.
- "Nina, Nina, as the picture, it is a tractor and motor," - he said the producer, his fingers again began to scrape his chin and looked at the operator. - Nina Hagen listened in his youth and, Dim?
- I'm on the "wave" in his childhood joking - said the operator. - On me your dick punk rock does not burst.
A producer has pulled his fingers from his beard, he looked at Ninka with a sly squint and Lenin spoke nonsense obvious:
- Nina Hagen Nina ... Tractor ... Heh, both versions fucking ...
Nina did not understand. Yes, in fact, no longer trying. "Again suck - howling in my head a dreary wind. - Second time not because'll break away! »
- Come on, Nina Tractor zastoni! - Suddenly ordered to the producer.
Why is it not being driven? Maybe it's her chance?
Nina obediently plucked out a low moan.
- Not a fountain, - muttered producer. - A little scream with pleasure, Nina Tractor?
Nina screamed. From the heart. Loud.
- Are you stupid, or what? - Dima asked the operator. - Actually not absorbed, perhaps, what you are asking? It does not suck?
- Get A Single cucumber! - Interrupted by his producer.
The operator went to the refrigerator, opened the door. Nina is not without surprise there noticed an opened bottle of brandy, sliced on a slice of lemon. And the long, green cucumber on a nearly empty shelf. It's the operator has taken, put on the table.
- A Can you, Nina tractor, pick it up without using their hands?
Well, that was easy. Nina gently picked up the vegetable lips previously held by his language.
She sat like a fool with a cucumber in the mouth. A producer and the operator looked at her eyes wide in surprise.
- No, Dimych, you see? - Said the producer. - She is a genius fucking Nina our tractor!
***
Nina arrived in the village a short time, after eight months. Whether the motherland has become even dirtier than it was, whether Nina is too good for her thought. She looked into the street, and it seemed that the invisible hand of someone with a large ladle from the heart, with a slide allocated to the pits on the pavement a thick, well-mud porridge.
Nina went to the bus at the special school, went cautiously on the sidelines.
A gust of wind from the slaughterhouse. Nina admitted to herself that even missed the smell, always completely discourages her appetite.
Towards I rolled on the bike Ivanovich. The wheel dangling string bag with bottles.
- Hello, Ivanovitch! - Nina smiled.
Ivanovitch lifted his head and looked at her. Furor went with his unshaven face, replaced by a joyful surprise.
- Nina! Are you? Well, Well, a fig yourself!
- Yeah, uncles Ivanovich, I ...
- You're quite the queen became! A nurse with Genka you have been waiting for.
- I do not have lied about Genk! - Nina was indignant.
Gena was her unofficial stepfather. Nina openly hated him. For all these grasping ass with the threat, because the mother pussy.
On the way to the house met Barabukinu. Oh, and grown fat former classmate! And what odezhka!
My mother wept with joy. Dumped hungover, disgusting Genk. Ches dirty under belly shirts.
- Well, who are you now, my daughter ?! - Wailing mother, much older is less than a year Ninkinogo absence. - No report of thee, nor the spirit! Vaughn, and the letters do not write!
- Now, my mother, in Moscow only communicate via e-mail ...
- What is this, the robot is now Porfirevna mail with a replacement? - Funny alarmed mother.
Mother Nina brought a DVD-player. Genk - a bottle of expensive vodka. And immediately regretted it. Stepfather vyglushil its four sitting without feeling no taste, pulled out of the closet some stain remover, it began to pour yourself a glass. Soon drunk, his mother pushed him to the barn, where Gena was equipped with "rezidentsiya" with clamshell.
Then he pulled up and other guests. Bespectacled Sanych Pal, head teacher of the school. Classmates and Voropaeva Zheltonosova. A neighbor Varvara Antonovna. Nina told them that the actress got a job at the studio. No, it is not yet blockbusters released. Maybe then, soon. A movie in which she plays, more private video libraries are removed. It called all this "art-house".
- Well, for the art-house! - Arose from the glass in the hands of Pal Sanych.
All mentioned as prettier Nina. As it became fashionable to dress up and "not talk our way."
Sitting almost did not even spoiled suddenly awakened Genk. He stormed into the kitchen and began to bully flimsy, bespectacled Pal Sanycha. Mother had to give him a twenty on the stain remover. Only then I was able to show the door.
When the guests left, the mother and daughter sat in the kitchen. Yes, suddenly embraced.
- I'm so worried about you, Nina, - said the mother. - In Moscow, they say a lot of floss. You see ... there is not to vlipla in anything! ..
- No, Mom! - Nina laughed. - No there is no floss.
After a pause, he asked:
- But tell me, how can you live with this monster, with this Genka?
- No one helps me, and I live here. When you live a daughter to a monster!
- I'll take you, Mom! - Nina promised. - Be sure to take away!
- Ninck! - I heard a hoarse voice from the door.
At the door stood Yurik. How Nienke wanted to avoid this meeting! Well, considering that the news spread through the village like wildfire in the desert, its appearance should not be surprised.
- What do you want?
- Talk.
Nina closed her eyes. "Tell him to go to the dick? Fight will begin to brawl. All right, let's talk ... »
Took to the streets.
- Che, was the coolest? Business, huh? - Not good, are thieves, rock, said Yuri. - Already know the old friends do not know, do not call for a visit, huh? Moskalkov become, right?
- Yes, what Moskalkov Che are you talking about? And his hands take away.
- And Che - not even otsosesh?
- Yes, you ohuel, Yuri!
- Only gypsies and blacks suck, right? - Yuri grinned like a wolf.
- How do you know?
- And the boys from Artemivka said. They collect porn. Che, a nurse, I suppose, does not know? Let her eyes reveal?
- No, - said softly, Nina. - No need to open your eyes to it.
She sucked from Jyrki right on the porch. Fortunately all the neighbors were asleep. At some point, Nina heard a faint whimpering from the porch. Mama? But Yuri only stronger pressed her head to that, from what Nina so happily escaped to Moscow.
When Nina came back, the mother began to gather to sleep. For up-to-morrow was early. You can not be late for the train. "Did you see my mother? Or not? "- Wondered Nina. Never before have thought of something, fell asleep.
***
- We suffer losses Nina - explained producer Vova, pacing the Chillmere basement studio. - To pay for electricity you know how much is necessary? This one lamp lighting - there is so much kilowatts eats! Zaebeshsya pay! And what - you a little of your seven hundred dollars?
- Little, - said Nina. - I was just three hundred and fifty per room crying. And on makeup and tights to ...
- You have me for another score, including sanitary napkins! - Vova smiled ruefully. - I do, Nina, I can not do! So all the production its last breath. This dick on our films need? Anyone damn, something special Give. Now, if oral sex with wolfhound - say. Tell me, Nina, would you sucked wolfhound?
Yes, - said Nina desperately.
- Hmm! - Producer ran his fingers through his beard, zaskrebsya. - And this - the idea! Similarly, you can? If so, then soon the issue of raising the salary you will be considered positively. Hmm!
- Yes, - I said Nina remembered weeping mother. - Of course. Why not?
Vova has called some dog handlers, negotiated the lease of a wolfhound. Rottweiler did not fit. Shepherd too. Bernard - still all right.
And Nina felt happiness. So she took the first step of a career in the capital! And now something Nina knew that all she had - get.
© LoveWriter.
Source: