Golden сarriage for Cinderella. A novel about love

Opening aВ huge door inВ the building, we went up toВ the third floor and walked for aВ long time along aВ narrow corridor, which was decorated with aВ carpet, along which various offices ofВ secretaries, ministers and various deputies were located. Sergei Valeryevich was also, apparently, aВ deputy minister. Finally we reached his office. He was quite strict and formal. AВ leather armchair, aВ leather sofa and aВ work desk with aВ mini-bar were the boring interior ofВ their owner. On the wall hung aВ picture ofВ our president and the coat ofВ arms ofВ the country.

Camellia flowers on the windowsills and aВ decorative rose on the floor inВ aВ vase slightly diluted the official atmosphere.

The men sat down on opposite sides ofВ the table and immediately began toВ talk animatedly. IВ sat comfortably inВ an armchair and, closing my eyes, decided toВ rest aВ little, so IВ did not immediately delve into their conversation. But when phrases about tribes began toВ reach me, I, ofВ course, began toВ listen.

– We want you, Father, to act as a missionary and take Vera to New Guinea. I would like to thank God that there are still such priests,” Sergei Valeryevich said firmly and leaned back, stretching his arms wide along the back of the chair.

– I agree with you, in such places it is impossible without faith, – the priest replied and spread his hands.

– of course. After all, our goal is to develop a civilized society in Papua New Guinea. Many tribes that live there are actually still in the Stone Age and practice cannibalism.

Our missionaries work with them. Maybe three drops of cognac before dinner? – Sergey Valeryevich got up from his chair, went to the mini-bar and opened the door of the cherished locker. And there was a huge variety of different bottles with different colored caps.

– Sergey Valeryevich, I would love to, but I’m driving. We still have to go home,” regret could be heard in Peter’s voice.

– Three drops, just three drops.

Yes, and if the guys from the traffic police stop, then call me,” our rainbow host said cheerfully.

“Then I agree,” Pyotr said and, smiling, raised the crystal glass to his lips.

The men drank in one gulp and had a snack with a lemon on duty, which was lying on Sergei Valeryevich’s table.

– Good, strong cognac, – said Peter.

Sergey Valeryevich suggested that we go toВ the dining room with him for lunch.