Natasha's mirror corridor face was twenty-eight years old, and Marina

 - thirty, both believed that they were not lucky in his personal life, as if they were cursed, both worked in boring offices secretaries, both dreamed Successfully marry and exchange an office at least on diapers and borschy. And even better at Dolce Vita, at the expense of a beautiful prince, who will be practical every night to prove to them that the point G is still there, and leaving every morning to work, throwing a goodbye: "Dear, money in bedside table, buy yourself that -The beautiful!" However, instead of the princes, both came across, forgive the Lord, Mudaki and some - who is a warmth, who is drunk, and who and at all at night there are five plays with a plus of nymphs on the site "Odnoklassniki". Once on Christmas Eve, Natasha proposed to arrange the night of fortunes. Marina was laughed - she wore a golden Orthodox cross on her neck and knew that the church would honor the sentence for sin. And she was not wanted to sin it. On the other hand, Marinina belongs to the Orthodox tradition expressed mainly that every Easter she gladly painted eggs onion husks, and he changed dumplings with meat on dumplings with soy meat. She sinned she constantly and tastefully. And fought (however, she wanted to believe that she would have to pronounce the word "x ..." with charming bohemian ease), and mentioned the name of God Vueu ("Oh, my God, what shoes!"), Envied married friendlings ("What can this luxurious man do next to such a sheep?!"), And every Saturday night experienced an inexplicable, but such a human understanding of the gust Something in the back seat of his car, then in the hotel (if the "near" was married), then at all in the sort of night bar, where they were often chosen with Natasha, - it was called "at least a little relax." In general, Marina agreed. Natasha cooked everything that (as it seemed to her herself) it is necessary for fortune telling. Red wine, several boxes with frozen pizza, a block of menthone cigarettes, as well as cards, candles, mirrors and - just in case - old stop-iron slippers, which can be thrown by the gate, imitating girls from The distant past, by the standards of which both, and Natasha, and Marina, have long been hopeless old women. First, as usual, drank. Discussed all the common acquaintances, they have compared the fact that the epilation in the salon on the contrary again has risen in price in price for two hundred rubles, and that the only decent man from Natashai office married last week, and that the clones are not found in Moscow Jason Stethhem, and that "almost thirty" is, on the one hand, not age, and on the other, the joints and the joints of whiskey begin to crunch. To the fortune study began when both were already suitable. The maps immediately confused. But in the coffee grounds, which, which was shouted on a saucer, marina, clearly drawn out the outlines of the phallus. - And he is big! - Ta was delighted. - Well, yes, fits on a saucer, - Natasha snorted. And when Natasha splashed wax to a basic with cool water, a wax shoe was turned out. - Maybe this means that I will marry the Italian? - Or maybe it means that in the ice you will break the heel? Having lost interest in wax, the girls decided to try to see the fate in the mirror corridor. The idea was Natashina, Marina first resisted. "My grandmother said in childhood that it was impossible to look at the mirror corridor for a long time - you will see the dead back for your back, which will call you. Natasha decided to guess the first. She closed in the room and ordered a friend, not under any pretext, while she does not call her own. Marina poured her green tea, opened some stupid magazine, read the article that massive earrings with massive beads are vulgarity, and painting the nails on their hands and legs in one color - last century. Natasha was not all. Marina warmed up a piece of pizza, drank more tea, then the wine, then (after the second bottle of dry red, it happened often) wrote SMS to all his exham: "I didn't miss at all, and you?" Some of them, marked in the notebook of her phone as "not to take a pipe 9," even replied: "I, too." Marina had eighteen men whom she consistently renamed "not to take a handset" and had already managed to forget which number as he was. Natasha did not appear. The sky began to brighten. Marina looked irritably for hours. "Maybe she fell asleep, and I'm here, like idiot, waiting?" She resolutely left the kitchen and stopped in front of the door of the Natasha bedroom, knocked - first carefully, then more and more persistently. And only then decided to open the door. Later, Marina scolded himself for being so frivolous. It was necessary to call the police, to the "ambulance", neighbors, any of the list "not to take a handset" - only to not see what she saw, going to the bedroom of his friend. Natasha lay on his back, spreading his hands, and her face was shied by a grimace of such a primitive horror that the petty hairs had got up onto the spine. The room was cold, smelled of melted wax. Next to the dead girl lay a broken mirror. Marina shouted. The doctors who came later shake their heads - no, it was impossible to do anything, thrombus broke away, still Natasha would not have had to save. The makeup of the Morga refused to work with Natashini face, and buried it in a closed coffin.