Oleg and Nastya moved into their first apartment at the end of August. The renovation was completed quickly, the furniture was arranged, the boxes unpacked—and then Nastya said, "We should invite the neighbors over and introduce ourselves." Oleg frowned at first, but then agreed. The apartment was small, a two-bedroom apartment on the third floor, but the living room had room for a table and some room to spare. Nastya was a short girl with rounded hips and small breasts. Oleg was slightly taller than her, of average build, with a short haircut and a habit of constantly fiddling with things. They had been together for three years, previously renting a room near the metro, and now they had their own place. They knew their neighbors only by sight. Across the street lived a young couple—Denis and Lena, both in their early thirties, unencumbered. Upstairs lived Igor, a man in his forties, divorced, living alone. Downstairs lived Timur, an athletic-looking guy who worked either in
“What are your feelings about free-use?” Two pairs of blue eyes stared at me from the couch. Sabrina’s friend Allie was in town for the weekend and they had come knocking on my door, two bottles of wine in tow. I later found out Sabrina had told her so much about me she couldn’t wait to meet this neighbor across the hall. All I knew about Allie was that they had been friends for about a decade, that she had red hair and that she was gorgeous. Drunken giggles accompanied the soft knock at the door. Allie wanted to meet the sexy boy across the hall. Can we come in? We brought party favors!” Sabrina’s 5’2” frame stood at my door, her deep brunette hair was curled, lying against her low-cut white blouse, perfectly framing her D cups, which were boosted to a deep cleavage. Allie stood next to her holding the wine bottles. “Hi! I’m Allie! I really wanted to see the face behind the stories she’s told me” Allie was slightly shorter, 5’0”, maybe 5’1”. Sabrina had told me she was gorgeous,