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Darya Dontsova

Pages: 300

Estimated reading time: 4 hours

Year of publication: 2015

Russian language

Started reading: 1964

Description:

A certain woman turned to the brilliant Tatyana Sergeevna for help and introduced herself as Inna Valeryevna Golikova. The woman admitted that she loves her son very much and wants him to do well. And therefore, under no circumstances should she allow her forty-year-old son to marry.
And he never tires of claiming that he is in love with one girl, whose name is Vera Lazareva. And in addition to his love, he confessed to his mother that he wanted to propose to his beloved Vera. And after that, of course, they will live separately, with their own family.
But his new lady of his heart, who is also his future wife, is not at all simple, and she doesn’t even smell of innocence and sincerity. The young girl already has four husbands whom she has buried. And their deaths had a strange sequence...
Year after year, men left this world...
And everyone had one obvious reason - a heart attack.
That is why the woman believes that her son is in danger...

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Chapter 1

“Behind one man is like behind a stone wall, behind another is like behind a plasterboard partition.”

I looked up from the computer and looked at the plump brunette, who continued to selflessly complain about her husband:

– I’m not conflict-prone at all, I don’t demand much from Sergei. Doesn't he know how to earn money? Okay, I’m spinning and spinning myself, trying my best, dragging a pretty penny into the house. He's not capable of hammering a nail, he doesn't drive a car? I don’t care, I’m great with a hammer and a drill, and I can deliver my husband to the dacha myself; I’ve been driving for almost ten years. But you can’t ask him to do anything at all. I sent Seryoga to a parent-teacher meeting on Friday, on Monday Kostya came home from school, and there was a “two” for his behavior and a note: “I don’t call Nechaev’s parents for a conversation anymore, after the parent-teacher meeting I realized: my son has taken after his father.” Let me shake my husband and ask him questions: “What did you say that was cool? For what reason did she act out?” Sergei throws up his hands: “Zaya, I was silent the whole way, I didn’t say a word.” But I understand that Alevtina Leontyevna didn’t just get angry! I called Ninka, the mother of Kostya’s classmate. Well, you won't believe it!

The brunette grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the table and began to greedily drink straight from the bottle.

– What happened, Svetlana Alekseevna? – the slender blonde sitting by the window inquired.

The fat woman rolled her eyes:

“The class teacher, as usual, started scolding the children, got to Kostya and said: “Nechaev is making fun of me. I told the guys: “If you have a sunstroke in the summer in forty-degree heat, you need to unbutton your clothes, or even better, take them off, wash with cold water, go into the shade, but under no circumstances should you throw yourself into a river or lake, vascular spasm may occur.” which will lead to death." They understood everything, wrote it down in a notebook, and Konstantin extended his hand: “Alevtina Leontievna, what should you do in case of sunstroke in winter? Without clothes in the cold it’s cold, and the river is under ice.” The parents giggled, and the husband widened his eyes and said: “I don’t see anything funny. The boy was right to ask. He doesn't know what to do in the cold. And I don’t know how to deal with sunstroke in winter. You need to explain the material to children clearly, and not get angry that they didn’t understand you.” What's it like?

Everyone present in the room laughed, only the young woman with a shock of fiery red curls did not react; she was looking intently at the computer.

“It’s fun, of course,” Svetlana Alekseevna pouted, “but I forgave Seryozha for this stupidity, although such problems began at school!” The class is harmful, vindictive, and for the third day in a row she writes remarks to the boy in his diary. I’ve already fantasized about “War and Peace.” Okay, I’ll get over this too, someday the evil child will get tired of spreading rot. But I won’t forgive Sergei the cutlets. Never. My endless patience has burst.

– What did your husband do with the cutlets? – asked the lady, wrapped in countless pearl necklaces.

Svetlana turned to her:

- Think about it, Kira! Yesterday I crawled home around eleven in the evening, tired as a Savraska.

I want to eat, I have no strength. For the first time in my husband’s life I asked: “Seryozhik! I'll go take a shower, while you heat up the cutlets for me. I just took the pan out of the refrigerator.” I come out of the bathroom, the microwave oven beeps, Sergei is not in the kitchen. Stupid me, I was happy, it means my husband didn’t forget about dinner, and now I’ll finally have a meal in peace. I open the stove, take out the plate, and in it... Some round things, brown... I didn’t understand what they were. I open the pan into which I put the cutlets yesterday after frying, and there...

Svetlana looked around at everyone:

- Soup? – repeated the blonde at the window.

“Yes, Lena,” the narrator whined, “I cooked cabbage soup with meatballs this morning.” Sergei caught them and served them to me for dinner. All. Last straw. Divorce.

The red-haired girl stood up:

-Have you mixed up the pots? Did you get soup instead of cutlets?

“You are very smart, Vera,” Svetlana Alekseevna grimaced, “yes, my attention has dulled from fatigue.” And I have kitchen utensils from the same set, all red with floral designs.

Vera went to the door:

“Then you shouldn’t be angry with your spouse, it’s your own fault.” They told him to heat up what they pulled out. So he tried.

Vera silently slipped out into the corridor, Sveta sobbed:

– Do you all think the same as she does? Sergei is great, but am I a harmful fool?

Those present vying with each other began to console their colleague.

- Of course not.

- Why is there a man at home who is of no use?

– Find your feminine happiness. Verka has had eight husbands, now she’s going for a ninth and isn’t worried.

“My personal life is over,” Svetlana Alekseevna sobbed, rushing to the exit, “I will devote myself to my son and father!” No more men. Enough!

The office door opened with a creak, then slammed shut. The blonde rushed after the runaway. Kira looked at me:

- Circus, huh?

“It seems that Svetlana Alekseevna is not very lucky with her husband,” I answered diplomatically, “but, on the other hand, as I managed to understand from her stories, he does not drink, does not party, and loves his wife.” And they have a child. Before you finally file for divorce, you need to think carefully. But I’ve been working here recently, I don’t know all the family vicissitudes of the owner of the travel agency. If I were in Svetlana Alekseevna’s place, I would laugh heartily at my husband. The poor fellow was catching meatballs from the soup. I could have pulled out the potatoes at the same time; the cutlets needed a side dish. It’s really funny, why is Sveta so worried? Probably, the point is not in Sergei’s stupidity, but in the fact that there are fewer clients, Svetlana is afraid of going broke, so she’s twitching.

Kira looked at the door and whispered:

- Tanya! Svetka's guy is a woodpecker, he's lazy, look for some. But, you know, she chose him herself. And everything is not good everywhere, Svetlana and her father were unlucky, which means that the hubby must be a cretin for balance.

- Who is our dad? – I asked.

“Alexey Valerievich Nechaev,” Kira blurted out in one breath, “is the owner of the social network “Friends”, he has a carload of money with a trailer.

“He seems young,” I was surprised, “and Svetlana is over thirty.”

“Daddy turned fifty dollars last year,” the colleague began gossiping with pleasure, “Svetka is thirty-three.” She was born from school love. Her mother died in childbirth, her father's parents raised the girl. Alexey treats his daughter more like a younger sister. She loves her deeply, despite all her worthlessness. Svetka lies to everyone that she studied at Moscow State University and then worked as a translator. I don’t have the brains to figure it out: they’ll Google you in five minutes, all the information is on the Internet. Nechaeva was kicked out of the university in her second year; the “princess” has no higher education. I don’t know what she was doing before the Svetatur office was brought to her bed on a silver platter five years ago, but I think she was sitting on my dad’s neck and taking care of her personal life: she got married, gave birth to a child. She doesn't worry about customer churn. Nechaev keeps his daughter’s business afloat. Sveta has no head, she hired Lenka as a staff member, she used to work in the salon as a manicurist, she was fired for sleeping with her clients’ husbands. Vorobyov wants to screw the rich man, so he’s not shy. You will also see how she shows off in front of the guys who take a tour to the Maldives for fifty thousand dollars. And our Barbie doesn’t care that a man and his woman are on vacation. She won’t even look at those who decided to ride a bus around Europe for a little Euro. But God does not give horns to a lively cow. They willingly sleep with Lenka, but don’t invite you to the registry office. All her novels last for a couple of weeks, or at most a month. And then ciao, bambina, sorry, it’s fun with you, but I have a wife. Is it possible to keep such a prostitute in the service? Sooner or later a scandal will happen because of her. But Svetka doesn’t fire her. Elena is cunning, she has gained the trust of the owner, goes to her house, does manicures and pedicures out of friendship, does not take money from Nechaeva, like they are friends. I can see her calculations ten kilometers away. Alexey Igorevich is not married, Vorobyova is planning to shoot a fat duck. Do you understand, hu from Elena? Verka is even worse. Do you know how many ex-husbands she has? Eight. And everyone died.

- Yah? – I was amazed. – Poor Lazareva, she’s unlucky.

Kira tapped her forehead with her fist:

– Sergeeva, activate the brain batteries. She's a black widow. Where did Verka get her luxury apartment and foreign car? She signs with the man, lives with him for a year, and then the poor fellow leaves for the next world. She never changes her last name, she understands that she won’t live with him for long.

- Horror! – I gasped. – Do you want to say that Vera... I can’t even pronounce it!

“She’s a female praying mantis,” Kira whispered. – Do you know what she does after sex with her partner?

I blinked:

– No, I’m not strong in biology, I have a philological education.

“The godling devours her man,” Kira enlightened me, “yum-yum, and that’s it.” Guess which part is left for dessert?

“Mommy,” I whispered, “it’s a nightmare.” Why hasn't Vera been put behind bars yet?

“She’s very cunning,” Kira sighed, “she gets rid of husbands professionally.” They are all dying from a heart attack, you can’t undermine them.

“Agree, if a woman’s spouse constantly dies, this is alarming,” I objected. – Why haven’t the police intervened yet?

Kira leaned her chest on the table:

“Maybe Lazarev is playing tricks on the local police officer and giving bribes.” She has an ocean of money.

“You’re wrong,” I objected again, “a rich lady has no need to work in a travel agency.”

Kira straightened up:

- I like you, you’re not an upstart, you have no quirks, you have a higher education...

I listened silently to my colleague. Well, well, it looks like she’s read a lot of information about me on the Internet. Thanks to Robert, who composed a good legend for me on the Internet. The curious Ruchkina found out that the new girl, Sergeeva, was married, divorced, had no children, taught Russian language and literature at school, then worked as a private tutor, a secretary in a small company, and when it burst, she got a job at Svetatur, where they were just looking for a new employee .

“...but you don’t know how to think in the right direction,” the interlocutor continued. - Verka is eating up her inheritance, money tends to run out. Where can she find a new victim stuffed with currency? Previously, she worked in private medical centers, where she found fools who dragged her to the registry office. Where will you go if you want to marry a wealthy man? Where will you look for the groom?

- In the night club? – I timidly suggested. - A lot of people hang out there.

“Bastard,” Kira remarked condescendingly, “youngsters are dancing to wild music, it’s not them who have the money, it’s their parents.” Respectable men will not go to a booth. Their addresses: elite fitness, an expensive private hospital, a restaurant where they can only go by appointment.

“The Territory of Taste supermarket,” I suggested, “the prices there are for oligarchs.”

“You fool,” Kira laughed, “you think like a starving woman.” I knew one cretin, a fan of a Burkina pop star, who read that her idol loved blue cheese, and began to guard him at the door of this store. He's probably still jumping around there, he won't meet Burkin. The rich and famous don't go out and buy their own food.

“They also want to eat,” I objected, “they can’t live without food.”

“Oh, holy simplicity,” Ruchkina sighed, “they’ll send a driver, a security guard or a housekeeper for shopping, they won’t get dirty themselves.” You can meet them in a restaurant, in a spa, in a beauty salon. But an ordinary person will not be allowed into elite establishments. And what should you do where a haircut costs a thousand euros? And they will also come to the travel agency to select a hotel for your vacation. We have a lot of VIPs, people in the crowd know that “Svetatur” belongs to Nechaev’s daughter, so they run here, thinking that theirs won’t fool them. Well, now I understand what Lenka the prostitute and Verka the black widow are doing here? They want to find men for themselves. Stay close to me, Sergeeva, then you won’t get lost, maintain normal relations with others, but don’t be friends, listen to me. Hello, Svetatur. Yes, of course, we work with the Maldives, come.

Chapter 2

Ruchkina began explaining to the potential client how to quickly get to the office, and I pretended to be immersed in studying the Golden Ring tour. Svetlana Alekseevna ordered to come up with an interesting program for a not very wealthy family. I, who have just been hired, are still getting the most unprofitable clients, those who are richer, snatched up by Kira, Lena and Vera.

Perhaps the time has come to explain what I am doing in a wonderful place called “Svetatur”.

Some time ago, Inna Valerievna Golikova came to our office and, before she had time to sit down at the table in the meeting room, announced:

- My son, my Leshik is dying. Save the boy, he is young, inexperienced, naive.

- Is Alexey sick? – I clarified.

The visitor crossed herself:

- God forbid. The son is healthy.

- What's happened? – I asked.

Inna Valerievna took a deep breath and began to speak. She started from afar and told how she alone, without a penny of child support, raised a boy.

“Wherever I worked,” Golikova said, “I come from a large family and couldn’t get a higher education.” Therefore, I decided: I will give birth to one child, he will get everything that I was deprived of: toys, delicious food, music school, beautiful clothes. She ran like a Savraska and wanted to provide for Leshenka like a king.

Gleb Valeryanovich, hearing the last phrase, coughed, and Denis smiled. Inna Valerievna instantly attacked Zhdanov.

- What's so funny? I delivered mail in the morning, worked as a nurse in a hospital during the day, washed floors in hallways in the evening, and scrubbed apartments of wealthy people on weekends.

“But now you seem to have a good financial situation,” Antonina Yurskaya inserted.

“Yes,” the lady answered proudly and adjusted her expensive beads. – Leshik has grown up, he now has a company, four stores, the chain is called “Alphabet” because it presents products from “A” to “Z”.

- Oh-oh-oh-oh! – Zhdanov was delighted. – They opened one of these near my house, it has good, not at all expensive T-shirts. If you take two, you get the third for free.

I kicked Zhdanov under the table.

- So why did you decide that Alexei was dying? His business is thriving and there are no health problems.

“The boy is forty years old,” Inna sobbed, “and we can’t arrange his personal life.” There are a lot of girls hanging around Leshik, but none worthy, all are predators who need their son’s money. And I want to babysit my grandchildren. Leshenka provided me with a luxurious life, sends me to resorts, buys gold, diamonds, fur coats, says: “Mommy, you wasted your youth on me, you didn’t get married, you allowed me to graduate from university, you yourself were malnourished, and you bought fashionable clothes for your son, now I’m spoiling you.” Want". And I have one dream: to marry a child to a good girl. But we're out of luck!

I fidgeted in my chair. I hope that the busy mother did not confuse the office of the special team with a marriage agency?

– Probably Alexey consults with you when choosing a bride? – Antonina suggested.

Inna Valerievna immediately began waving her saber over her head.

– Do you have children?

“Not yet,” Tonya smiled.

“When you give birth, then you’ll stop asking stupid questions,” Golikova said. – Is it really a boy who has to choose his own destiny? Leshenka always...

Inna sobbed and burst into tears. Gleb Valeryanovich poured water into a glass, dripped some mixture from a bottle into it and handed it to her with the words:

“Well, well, my dear, tears won’t help my grief, have a drink and we’ll talk calmly.” Any situation can be dealt with if you analyze it without nerves.

“It’s good for you to tell me,” the lady snapped through tears, “it’s not you who hurts.”

“Please pull yourself together,” I asked, “we won’t be able to help you if we don’t find out what happened.”

Crumpling the paper napkin, Inna Valerievna continued to speak, interspersing her words with plaintive sobs. Fifteen minutes later the essence of the matter became clear to me.

Some time ago, my beloved Alyoshenka began to stay late at work, returning home after midnight, and on weekends he also hurried to the office. Now he had no time, as before, to calmly drink tea with his mother or play backgammon with her. Inna is not stupid, and Leshenka has already demonstrated similar behavior several times. Golikova quickly realized that her son had started another passion, but did not ask him. Experiencing boundless love for her son and considering him a baby, Inna still understands that the unreasonable child needs to be left a little free space, since Leshik has masculine needs. Shouldn't he go to prostitutes? It’s great if a boy has a permanent mistress, it’s good for his health. The mother is not going to conflict with the heterosexual; on the contrary, she will cordially give her tea, treat her with sweets, take the couple on vacation... Everything will be wonderful until the girl gets it into her head to become Alyoshenka’s wife. Marriage is serious, the son's wife is the mother of her future grandchildren. And what kind of babies will be born from a person who allowed herself to sleep with a man without entering into a legal marriage with him? Inna Valeryevna doesn’t need a depraved daughter-in-law; Leshik will lead an innocent, never-kissed girl down the aisle. The mother-in-law will teach the newlywed how to properly care for her husband, and with a light heart will hand over the reins of family government to her. Alyoshenka completely and completely shares her mother’s opinion. As soon as the next passion began to drop hints about buying her an engagement ring with a diamond, the owner of the retail chain quickly bought his mistress a set of earrings and a bracelet and parted with her without regret. That is why, when Leshik began to work three times more than usual in winter, Inna grinned to herself and was not at all alarmed. Everything went as usual until the beginning of August, when Golikova went to Germany for a resort.

She returned on the twenty-first, and the faithful housekeeper Klava immediately reported to the hostess:

– As soon as you boarded the plane, Alexey Igorevich ran away from home and only arrived back yesterday. He's lost weight! It looks like the new woman was hitting on him in bed. All pale, almost blue! I brought a wedding catalog with me.

- What? – Inna was wary.

“The magazine is thick,” Claudia explained, “it contains dresses and accessories for weddings.” His mistress has a small size, our size forty-two, her height is about sixty-six to sixty-eight meters, and her breasts are large, probably with silicone sewn in.

- How do you know so much? – the hostess was amazed.

Klava put her finger to her lips:

- Shh. In the magazine there are crosses next to some models, size forty-two is marked. This morning Alexey Igorevich was talking quietly on the phone, I happened to walk past his bedroom door and inadvertently overheard the conversation, he said: “Verushka! You are too modest, you chose cheap dresses. My bride will not appear in front of guests in these. You have a non-standard figure, a wasp waist, ample breasts, is mass tailoring suitable for such beauty? We'll get the best outfit in America. Let's order from the fashion designer. Yes, I looked it up. Everything you selected is no good. Cheap. Not according to the status of my beloved wife.”

Inna Valerievna grabbed her heart and barely waited for her son to get home from work. As soon as he entered the hall, his mother ran into him with questions. At first Alexey refused, pretending not to understand, but his mother drove him into a corner, and his son suddenly bared his teeth and burst into a fiery tirade, the essence of which is this: he met the girl of his dreams and will definitely marry her. The wedding is planned for December. Even if mom is taken to intensive care with a heart attack, stroke, colitis, gastritis, meningitis, tuberculosis and other illnesses, the wedding will take place.

Inna Valerievna realized that things were really bad, Leshenka crawled out from under the stone of obedience with which she had crushed him, and quickly changed tactics.

- Dear, why did you decide that I would hostile my beloved daughter-in-law? No! I'm happy to see her, advice and love to you. Introduce me to the girl, and let's refurbish the house so that you and your wife will be comfortable. It’s better for me to move to a guest cottage; my young wife will want to be in charge of the kitchen alone.

“No, mom,” Alexey answered calmly, “I’ll build a new mansion, but for now I’ll live with Vera.” This entire house will remain at your disposal.

- How?! – Golikova gasped. – Why do you need to huddle in an apartment on the outskirts? Are you really afraid that I will disturb you? I already said: I’ll move to the guest cottage, I won’t come to you without an invitation.

“Vera doesn’t have an apartment in the outskirts,” explained Leshik, “but six rooms on Old Arbat, three hundred square meters in an old house with only ten apartments.”

Inna's legs stopped shaking.

– A girl from a good family? Who are her parents?

Alexey was slightly embarrassed:

- Vera is an orphan.

- ABOUT! “Poor thing,” Golikova clasped her hands, “I’ll try my best to replace her mother.”

“Vera got the apartment from her late husband,” the son continued. “Verushka is a widow, she is not rich, she used to serve as a nurse, and now works in a travel company.”

Inna Valerievna felt as if a sharp stake was being driven into her back, right between her shoulder blades.

- And how old is our beauty?

“Thirty-five,” the son answered after a short hesitation.

Appreciate Golikova's self-control. She, who dreamed of seeing next to Leshenka exclusively a virgin no older than nineteen years old, the daughter of wealthy, intelligent parents, having learned about the widow of the second freshness, almost shouted: “Yes, she is an old woman!” But she restrained herself, put a smile on her face and chirped:

“I’ll be glad to meet Verochka, bring her here as soon as possible.”

“No, mom,” Alexei snapped, “you will meet at the wedding after we stamp the passports.” I know you, you are capable of saying such things with a gentle smile that Verushka will run away and not return. You've done this more than once.

Inna Valerievna Golikova contacted Tatyana Sergeeva’s team. She clearly loves her forty-year-old son beyond measure and does not want him to get married. Alexey is a successful businessman, owner of a chain of stores. He directly told his mother that he had met fate in the person of a certain Vera Lazareva, and intended to get married and live separately. His bride is not an innocent girl, she has four deceased husbands in her past. All of Vera’s spouses died after exactly one year of marriage from a heart attack. The loving mother believes that Alyoshenka is in danger - and begs to expose the black widow. Sergeeva’s boss embarrassedly admitted: Golikova is his mother’s friend, and he asks Tatyana to get a job at the Svetatur travel agency, where Lazareva is currently working, and find out as much as possible about her. Tatyana immediately picked up the trail. Thus began this investigation, which gradually began to resemble a saga about two families. Where is the Forsyte Saga?

Darya Dontsova

Bermuda triangle black widow

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Chapter 1

“Behind one man is like behind a stone wall, behind another is like behind a plasterboard partition.”

I looked up from the computer and looked at the plump brunette, who continued to selflessly complain about her husband:

The brunette grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the table and began to greedily drink straight from the bottle.

– What happened, Svetlana Alekseevna? – the slender blonde sitting by the window inquired.

The fat woman rolled her eyes:

Everyone present in the room laughed, only the young woman with a shock of fiery red curls did not react; she was looking intently at the computer.

– What did your husband do with the cutlets? – asked the lady, wrapped in countless pearl necklaces.

Svetlana turned to her:

- Think about it, Kira! Yesterday I crawled home around eleven in the evening, tired as a Savraska. I want to eat, I have no strength. For the first time in my husband’s life I asked: “Seryozhik! I'll go take a shower, while you heat up the cutlets for me. I just took the pan out of the refrigerator.” I come out of the bathroom, the microwave oven beeps, Sergei is not in the kitchen. Stupid me, I was happy, it means my husband didn’t forget about dinner, and now I’ll finally have a meal in peace. I open the stove, take out the plate, and in it... Some round things, brown... I didn’t understand what they were. I open the pan into which I put the cutlets yesterday after frying, and there...

Svetlana looked around at everyone:

- Soup? – repeated the blonde at the window.

“Yes, Lena,” the narrator whined, “I cooked cabbage soup with meatballs this morning.” Sergei caught them and served them to me for dinner. All. Last straw. Divorce.

The red-haired girl stood up:

-Have you mixed up the pots? Did you get soup instead of cutlets?

“You are very smart, Vera,” Svetlana Alekseevna grimaced, “yes, my attention has dulled from fatigue.” And I have kitchen utensils from the same set, all red with floral designs.

Vera went to the door:

“Then you shouldn’t be angry with your spouse, it’s your own fault.” They told him to heat up what they pulled out. So he tried.

Vera silently slipped out into the corridor, Sveta sobbed:

– Do you all think the same as she does? Sergei is great, but am I a harmful fool?

Those present vying with each other began to console their colleague.

- Of course not.

- Why is there a man at home who is of no use?

– Find your feminine happiness. Verka has had eight husbands, now she’s going for a ninth and isn’t worried.

“My personal life is over,” Svetlana Alekseevna sobbed, rushing to the exit, “I will devote myself to my son and father!” No more men. Enough!

The office door opened with a creak, then slammed shut. The blonde rushed after the runaway. Kira looked at me:

- Circus, huh?

Daria Arkadyevna Dontsova

Bermuda triangle black widow

Bermuda triangle black widow
Daria Arkadyevna Dontsova

Tatyana Sergeeva. Diet Detective #19
Inna Valerievna Golikova contacted Tatyana Sergeeva’s team. She clearly loves her forty-year-old son beyond measure and does not want him to get married. Alexey is a successful businessman, owner of a chain of stores. He directly told his mother that he had met fate in the person of a certain Vera Lazareva, and intended to get married and live separately. His bride is not an innocent girl, she has four deceased husbands in her past. All of Vera’s spouses died after exactly one year of marriage from a heart attack. The loving mother believes that Alyoshenka is in danger - and begs to expose the black widow. Sergeeva’s boss embarrassedly admitted: Golikova is his mother’s friend, and he asks Tatyana to get a job at the Svetatur travel agency, where Lazareva is currently working, and find out as much as possible about her. Tatiana immediately picked up the trail. Thus began this investigation, which gradually began to resemble a saga about two families. Where is the Forsyte Saga?

Darya Dontsova

Bermuda triangle black widow

“Behind one man is like behind a stone wall, behind another is like behind a plasterboard partition.”

I looked up from the computer and looked at the plump brunette, who continued to selflessly complain about her husband:

The brunette grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the table and began to greedily drink straight from the bottle.

– What happened, Svetlana Alekseevna? – the slender blonde sitting by the window inquired.

The fat woman rolled her eyes:

Everyone present in the room laughed, only the young woman with a shock of fiery red curls did not react; she was looking intently at the computer.

– What did your husband do with the cutlets? – asked the lady, wrapped in countless pearl necklaces.

Svetlana turned to her:

Svetlana looked around at everyone:

- Soup? – repeated the blonde at the window.

“Yes, Lena,” the narrator whined, “I cooked cabbage soup with meatballs this morning.” Sergei caught them and served them to me for dinner. All. Last straw. Divorce.

The red-haired girl stood up:

-Have you mixed up the pots? Did you get soup instead of cutlets?

“You are very smart, Vera,” Svetlana Alekseevna grimaced, “yes, my attention has dulled from fatigue.” And I have kitchen utensils from the same set, all red with floral designs.

Vera went to the door:

“Then you shouldn’t be angry with your spouse, it’s your own fault.” They told him to heat up what they pulled out. So he tried.

Vera silently slipped out into the corridor, Sveta sobbed:

– Do you all think the same as she does? Sergei is great, but am I a harmful fool?

Those present vying with each other began to console their colleague.

- Of course not.

- Why is there a man at home who is of no use?

– Find your feminine happiness. Verka has had eight husbands, now she’s going for a ninth and isn’t worried.

“My personal life is over,” Svetlana Alekseevna sobbed, rushing to the exit, “I will devote myself to my son and father!” No more men. Enough!

The office door opened with a creak, then slammed shut. The blonde rushed after the runaway. Kira looked at me:

- Circus, huh?

Kira looked at the door and whispered:

- Who is our dad? – I asked.

“Alexey Valerievich Nechaev,” Kira blurted out in one breath, “is the owner of the social network “Friends”, he has a carload of money with a trailer.

“He seems young,” I was surprised, “and Svetlana is over thirty.”

- Yah? – I was amazed. – Poor Lazareva, she’s unlucky.

Kira tapped her forehead with her fist:

Bermuda triangle black widow Darya Dontsova

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