Nikolay Lakutin - I'll take out bedbugs, cockroaches, husband!!!

Nikita smiled, having understood everything that was scrolled in thoughts of the client in attempts to hide. As Svetlana did not try to justify herself, she gave herself away more and more.

– And yet, what about the husband?

I do not know. I never caught him.

– So there was no cheating. Perfectly. They will!

– What? Are you sane? What do you mean they will? – Svetlana shouted at all the cafes.

People with interest has turned into in its side.

– This means-quietly explained Nikita-that we will bet just on treason, fall in love with him in a fake girl, create him on the side of a comfortable environment, and he will leave you. After that, the girl will give a backhand. All you have to do is not take it back after your husband makes a mistake. But we will do everything correctly, so that externally he will be the initiator of the divorce. He'll think he destroyed the family himself, so we'll take all suspicion away from you.

Svetlana changed her face. Chewed her lips and said:

– I don't want my husband cheating on me!

"I see," Nikita said, " you don't want to divorce him, you want me to convince you that he is good and you need to continue to endure." But I won't do it. And, apparently, our conversation is over, because the subject of discussion in fact there.

Nikita called the waiter for calculation.

– Wait! And that there are no other options? – the fastidious client tried to stop him.

– Eat. But in this case they will be longer, more expensive and less effective.

– By the way, what's the price?

Nikita drew a sum on a napkin and handed it to Svetlana?

– However… – Svetlana said in surprise.

Having paid off the waiter, Nikita got up from his seat, saying in the end:

– If you do decide-you have my contacts.

After this guy is gone.

Svetlana still some time sat in confusion, pulling a napkin with the written figure in a hand, defined a priority place to doubts and, having paid off with the waiter, left cafe.

***

In the apartment Svetlana was expecting a somewhat different picture. No, the mess is still there, but Kesha, organizer of chaos, already awake. He was sitting on the sofa, eating eggs from the pan, watching TV and scratching his bare sides.

– Awaked… – weary and hopelessly said Svetlana.

– Awake! It's an hour, " said her husband angrily, without looking at her.

His wife took off her clothes, hung them in the closet, and went into the room.

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