Chapter 5: Albert

So a week of daily training flew by, it seemed to Albert that he had found a “weak link” in Julia, the man was happy to share with her the latest news in the world of star couples, interspersing gossip with accidental finger touches in forbidden areas of immodest ladies’ cleavage, the woman skillfully maintained a frivolous light, not without piquancy retelling newspaper facts from the lives of famous personalities, somewhere adding barbs, somewhere adding poison.

A task is a task, but no one has canceled the pleasure of life, let him try, scoundrel, the hour of reckoning is near.

The man was mercilessly greedy for everything, in intimate conversations, destroying the stocks of the fitness bar in the evenings at the expense of the client Yulia Sergeevna, he managed to earn - every meeting took place, even as a fitness workout, extra hours were paid into his pocket. In his own way, the man was absolutely right – soul doctors are a delicate profession, of course, they also require decent pay.

In the second week, Albert decided to force events, the young man sighed more than he spoke, half-tones - half hints of feelings, timid touches, half-whispers - everything reminded Julia of a secret courtship, she fully understood those ladies who decided to confide in Bertie as a cavalier, if the hidden predatory gleam in the impudent eyes did not fail...

The experience of the past years, the fire of candles and night conversations with the home pantheon of ghosts allowed Julia not to succumb to the hypnotic charms of the coach, Julia acquired a reliable shell under the guidance of Katz, the caring sublunary world sheltered with invisible protection.

By the end of the second week of training, they finally reached the necessary revelations, Albert let slip about the restaurateur with his fiancee.

“What’s wrong with her?” A good couple, you can see right away, a great and wonderful love. - to Julia’s genuine surprise, the man reacted with a crooked grin:

- Not that mongrel! Stupid shit. – he explained to the astonished lady, - he wants to marry someone cool, but Durra is a fool, she won’t succeed! His eyes flashed angrily.

- How can she not get married? Julia, not yielding in meanness to the cynical Bertie, pretended not to understand.

- I don’t argue, she loves her fatso, he loves her too, but what’s with this kind of love for me? Did I just teach and train her like that?

Julia looked at the young man mockingly, using the witchcraft techniques of the night teachers. What can I do, the lady has learned to respond with blow to blow.

- Ну..., я её пррижал и целовал. Она точно не хотела. Пускай докажет своему Серрёже, или бабки гонит за моё молчание! – Альберт прикусил губу.

Good ... I hid it and kissed it. She definitely didn’t want that. Let him prove it to his Serge, or I demand money for my silence! Albert bit his lip.

Realizing that he had said too much, the man carefully watched Julia’s reaction, but the woman, overcoming her aversion to pouring the contents on the head of a cynical scoundrel, wisely covered herself with a glass of spinach cocktail and, laughing carelessly, called the waiter, the evening smoothly flowed into the right direction. focusing on Albert, they started talking about beautiful clothes, price tags, stars and luminaries of show business, forgetting about the restaurateur.

The hour of reckoning

Yulia Sergeevna, after consulting with Zakhar, left the agency early today, had plans for the evening, and most importantly, a premonition.

While waiting for the start of the workout, Julia idly flipped through fashion magazines - the scattered glossies on the table promised a luxurious life to the owners of the same luxurious pumped-up bodies.

Chuika didn’t cheat.

A girl appeared at the reception in the lobby - on a slender figure there was a discreet dark green jacket and a ripe mustard-colored pleated skirt to the ankles, fashionable boots shone with malachite on elegant legs, a thick wheat braid of hair hung along the spine - Julia recognized Alena in her.

Sergei Maksimov’s fiancee looked slightly haggard after her illness, but she was still pretty, Yulia Sergeevna was involuntarily hooked by the calm determination of the young lady’s gaze.

Albert appeared unexpectedly, the man, like a bright fly agaric, was wearing a red sports pair today, his red hair shone with a copper sheen in the spotlights of the gym.

- Alain, hello! – Where did you hide it? Did you bring it? The man turned in an undertone to someone else’s bride.

Alyona looked straight ahead, anger was clearly visible in the girl’s dry eyes.

- Get out, you bastard! – the girl said softly, and calmly turned around and walked past him into the client area, - apparently for recalculation, Julia thought.

Noticing Yulia Sergeevna at an untimely time, Albert shuddered, but quickly pulled himself together, calmed down - the client was busy, the woman was selflessly photographing clippings from a fashion magazine, he did not know that at a certain turn the watch on the lady’s hands recorded the voice, and a video recording of what was happening was being conducted on the office phone.