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A tale a couple of younger Ukrainian guy who was once very keen on his spouse yet secretly dreamed of different girls. a chum of his instructed him to go to a neighborhood brothel...

Chapter I

His identify was once Kostya Steshenko and he was once having a troublesome time nowadays. He sought after a brand new lady a lot that he may well infrequently keep watch over himself. Kostya labored in an incredible urban, and each day he observed round him hundreds of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of the main beautiful and lovely women on the earth.

‘It’s solid for individuals in a foreign country, in Europe. anyone as soon as stated lovely lady is a rarity there,’ Kostya sighed seriously. ‘How am i able to face up to temptation whilst in my kingdom of Ukraine, one in ladies is so attractive that the celebs of Playboy and Penthouse are gruesome in comparison!

It is really easy to lose your brain as a result many miniskirts and revealing decollete. What an idiotic type pattern that's — now every body can see a girl’s undies, even at a protracted distance!

‘Everybody can see even the tiniest styles on their bras, and miniature panties are only popping correct up from their denims! And why do they name those easily symbolic laces ‘panties’?

Kostya felt badly simply because he revered his spouse a great deal. At one time he enjoyed his spouse Lesia madly, yet even now, after six years of marriage, he had particular gentle emotions for her. Kostya was once very afraid to harm his Lesia simply because he valued their dating a great deal. in any case, he had not anyone nearer on the earth than his mom and dad and his wife.

But now, regardless of every thing, the fellow rather wanted the other lady yet his spouse. He was once longing for another individual. He didn’t even care if she used to be a blonde, a brunette, or a redhead. the most factor for him was once that she will be one other woman!

Six months in the past, a bit daughter was once born to their kin. The parental issues and difficulties that got here besides this occasion lowered Kostya's hope for it slow, yet after the newborn had grown a bit and he had extra unfastened time, his lust got here again to him with even better force.

Spring got here, after which a scorching Ukrainian summer season. The avenues of the large urban have been flooded with slim legs and naked navels.

Kostya felt defeated. He couldn't pay attention to his paintings, and his response to whatever, other than beautiful girls, enormously slowed. Even his outdated tips to calm himself down didn't support him now as they did sooner than. formerly, every time Kostya observed a seductive woman in the street, he used to be constantly in a position to cheat himself: ‘Well, what am i able to do? i will be able to move as much as her, introduce myself, yet whether she is of the same opinion, what’s subsequent? i am at paintings, I continuously have many stuff to do, and my boss is completely supervising me along with his phone phone.’

But finally Kostya got here to the purpose the place any tips to cheat his personal libido have been not assisting him. He observed very truly that the following time he stumbled on himself in the same scenario, he simply wouldn't have the capacity to restrain himself. at some point he might turn out sending everything—his activity, his boss, or even his spouse, who he nonetheless enjoyed and respected—straight to hell. the following time he may ignore every thing and everyone, and prefer a mad deer he may gallop towards the other lady he may see at the street.

One day, Kuzma, one in every of his colleagues, spotted his frightened mood:

‘Hey blood brother, are you in love with an individual? You’ve been having a look like a madman over the past few days!’

Kuzma, ten years older than Kostya, had quite common manners. such a lot of all, he enjoyed to choose his huge nostril, which was once huge, immense like a Sumy potato. He additionally had continual sinusitis, which everyone used to be in a position to scent even from a couple of steps away.

‘Well, so inform me, who's she? who's your muse?’ Kuzma was once evidently able to pay attention a fascinating story.

The odor of sinusitis is very disagreeable, yet Kostya was once very completely satisfied that no less than somebody during this global got interested in his problem.

‘There isn't any muse!’ he acknowledged, waving the query away nervously