Natalia Vyacheslavovna Andreeva

Isle of fluttering butterflies

- How much do you expect? She asked insinuatingly, casting a critical glance at his, frankly, shabby sweatshirt and mud-stained boots.

What do you want? After this, you will not be able to drive a car right away. Inserting the key into the ignition, he again involuntarily recalls how he flew into the ditch. And he feels a burning flame on his cheeks. But nothing is over yet. Yes, his hands are still shaking, one has only to put them on the steering wheel! That's why I came here on foot.

- Yes, I look not presentable today. - He gave the girl his best smile. - But this will not affect the amount that I am ready to pay for the tour. Just to leave right now. And further away. I want to go where the summer is.

- Then go to the Maldives! - the girl-manager, a platinum blonde, immediately perked up. Pretty: twenty-five years old, dazzling white hair, a tanned face and plump lips. Almost a model. Almost, because in winter he stuck out in this tiny office, and does not measure the podium with slender legs, waiting for a private jet to distant exotic islands. It looks like there is some flaw in it or just unlucky. - There is a great option for you: a boutique hotel. Villa on the water, personal butler, all inclusive, ”she mumbled, clicking her mouse incessantly.

- Yes, I'll die there of boredom, - he winced. - You see, I need a female company. I'm driving alone, ”he hinted. - I have a rough idea of ​​the local contingent. Families with children and couples. Would you like me to invite a nurse shark to a romantic dinner? But there is still to be continued. You see, I do not like to sleep alone.

- If you are interested in a sex tour ...

"Girl, I can handle this myself somehow," he interrupted. - It's not a problem for me to glue a woman together. If only they were there, in principle, free women.

She snapped her mouse angrily and said dryly:

- There is no problem with that in Thailand. There are tons of massage parlors. Yes, and there are enough of our compatriots. Freely available, whatever you like, ”the platinum girl said ironically.

- Let's! He perked up.

“Nothing, I'm afraid. It's high season now. Everything has been sold out since the fall.

- Are you kidding me ?! I said: any money! I urgently need to leave.

- There is one option, - she clicked the mouse a couple of times. - But the price ...

- How many?

- Grand Villa in a luxury hotel ...

- I asked: how much?

- Fifteen thousand dollars. For the price of the Maldives, - she stubbornly bent her own. - There is a good option, but for the Maldives it is generally very inexpensive.

It is clear that she wants to sell the client elite loneliness and exclusive longing, which you can't even pour in whiskey, because it is in limited access just like free women. You can't buy them in stores, there are, in principle, none of them there, on the island, and bartenders, even on the all-inclusive basis, after the third glass, begin to look askance and shamelessly pour ice into the glass. Muslim country, her mother! And what is a bottle of whiskey for a Russian man? So, while away the evening. And why, every time there are such difficulties? At the customs, all alcohol is taken away at the entrance. And in the hotel, the butler is on your heels. Worse than a nanny, because the natives' curiosity is off the charts. And where are you going to hide from this exclusive attention on a tiny island? It went ...

-… all inclusive system, local drinks ...

Is she kidding, or what? Where do they, I wonder, grow them, these locally produced drinks? Probably on the palms, along with the coconuts.

“Let's go a little to the left of the equator,” he interrupted. - Closer to pleasure.

- Will Phuket Island suit? The best beach, the best view from the veranda, the sea. One of the best hotels. But I repeat: very expensive.

- Are you ready to pay fifteen thousand dollars for a ticket to Thailand? She asked doubtfully. And she emphasized: - For one?

- I can afford it.

- It's for breakfast.

- Not in the desert. Are there any decent restaurants?

- As much as you like! Here in the same hotel ... - She clicked the mouse again. - Directly on the rocks, overlooking the bay. By the way, your grand villa is also on the very shore. That's why the price is such.

- Show the photos.

She turned the monitor to him.

- Here, look. Nice, huh?

- Make it out!

- Let's have a passport, - the girl looked at him with respect.

Cute, and even a millionaire! She automatically adjusted her hair.

Honey, you're not my type, he thought derisively. - Now I know what I need. My case is special. But the time, you see, has come. The next time I die (and this won't be long in coming), I want me to have something to remember. Therefore, I need a special woman. Not you. And I need an entourage. "

He glanced at the bright photograph with pleasure. Not a room in an anthill, where you can hear how a neighbor drains the water, going in a small way, and his wife moans long, feigning an orgasm. And not a bungalow, through the windows of which curious staff strives to look in, but along the paths, almost looking into the mouths of those sitting on the terrace, tourists scurry about studying the area on the subject "where is better?" VILLA! And even GRAND!

And no one will hear anything ... And they will not see ... Although there will be something to see ...

She: two weeks before departure

- Evgenia Borisovna, are you by plane to St. Petersburg or by train?

- By train. The weather is not very good, I do not want to sit at the airport for half a day. Get me a ticket for the Sapsan.

- In business class?

- Well, of course!

She looked at the secretary with displeasure. How do you think the general director of a development company as part of a thriving investment holding should get to his St. Petersburg partners? In a common carriage, or what? Or riding a stick?

Evgenia Borisovna Anisina is the only way to travel around the world: on private planes, in extreme cases, in business class, and then not by some “Ust-Khryupinsk Airlines”. Regular flight only, promoted brand. Fly Aeroflot planes! If you want to show patriotism. Better yet, the Emirates.

- Which hotel would you like to book?

Here we go again! What a dull girl!

- "Europe", of course! Lena, you surprise me! What's wrong with you today ?!

- Sorry, Evgenia Borisovna, - the girl's lips trembled. - I ... I have ...

“No one cares about your personal problems,” she said dryly. - Emotions should be left outside the doorstep of this office.

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The famous Russian writer Natalya Andreeva once said that she could make a detective story even from Turgenev's novel Fathers and Sons. And this is really so - the writer, of course, succeeds in books of the detective genre. Another confirmation of this is the new bestseller of the author "The Island of Fluttering Butterflies".

Have you ever heard of people who are doing well? In the sense, absolutely everything. There is enough money, business, health and youth. There is a family - a beloved, well, almost beloved, husband. With the children, they decided to wait - you need to live for yourself. Now it has become so fashionable to live for yourself. That's the whole family - Evgenia Borisovna and her husband. He is handsome, smart, spends a lot of time in the gym. And to look aside at others, this has never happened. However, this is not surprising - the spouse has long forgotten how money is made. And the drinker and breadwinner in their small family is a wife. That he was a fool to cheat on her? There are plenty of such men, but try to find such a wife! Does her husband love her? He says he loves. And in fact he loves, only this is who - her or her money. The question has not been answered yet.

In general, E.B. has everything. Yes, yes, that's not very beautiful and not at all feminine, the main character is called by her colleagues. Well, okay - this is not the worst thing that can happen in life. Here the deal breaks down - yes. Say that you need to fly to Thailand - this is not the first time. An ordinary business trip, of course, the main character of Natalya Andreeva's novel "The Island of Fluttering Butterflies" does not take her husband on such trips. Everything is as usual - meetings, negotiations. Only he is unusual and so attractive. At some point, Zhenya loses his head. She no longer wants to be a businesswoman, forgets about her husband. She just wants to become a beloved and loving woman. And so it happened that an ordinary business trip ended with a completely unusual romance.

But this romance backfires. The business trip ended, and with it the reputation of a business person disappeared. Payback lies ahead for short-sighted behavior, and, possibly, the collapse of reputation and career. Will the main character of the bestselling book be able to resist fate, will she accept defeat? The reader will have to find out the answer to this and other questions by reading the book by Natalya Andreeva "The Island of Fluttering Butterflies".

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Isle of fluttering butterflies

He: the day before departure

He didn't even realize right away that they were shooting at the car. They can't. Should not. This does not happen at all. They are his friends! Friends do not act so mean!

He was tempted to stop and ask:

- Guys, this is a joke, right? Funny. And it worked! I almost believed it! They laughed and fled. I am silent, and you are silent.

Or not: squeeze everything out of the car that it is capable of, break away from them and forget it, like a bad dream.

Moreover, they have already begun to lag behind. Still would! Once, he was a good race car driver, and if he happened to be born in a different place and at a different time, and his youth would fall on the notorious zero, when every risky man could achieve his goal if he went ahead, God knows! Would you drive in Formula 1 now? Grand Prix of Monaco, Grand Prix of Monte Carlo ...

It felt so sweet in my soul ... As if it had been filled to the brim with champagne, and magic bubbles went upwards, which made the head light, light, just weightless. Hands involuntarily stroked the steering wheel: calmly, my sweet girl, calmly. Our car flies to the finish line ahead of rivals. A little more, and the audience will celebrate the new champion!

And at that moment the car jerked and, as it seemed to him, very slowly began to roll over on its side. He didn't even immediately realize that they, his friends, were shooting. For HIM. And this is no longer a joke. One burst of automatic weapons, another ... Yes, damn it! As in any action movie! But this, alas, is not a movie! The wheel is punctured. And when I realized this, it was too late to be afraid. After all, he was once a good race car driver, so he immediately guessed: it's time to pray. Now everything is in God's hands. The car flying at a crazy speed became uncontrollable at the moment. In addition, one of the bullets pierced the gas tank. Intuition prompted: yes, that's the way it is. The guys are serious. They want to kill him, their FRIEND.

He very slowly and, as it seemed to him, beautifully flew into the ditch. Since his soul was now entrusted to God, he saw everything as if from the outside and even had time to think:

"And the man falls beautifully!" ...

He woke up already on the ground. In the salon of a car that lights up. And then I remembered:

“I'm on fire. I AM".

Judging by the fact that the soul returned to the body, there, in heaven, after consulting, they decided: it is too early for him. The car was good, strong, a real "German". Reliable, like a mug of unfiltered foam, with Bavarian sausages oozing with pork fat. A guarantee of satiety and a calm measured life. She, this "German", withstood the blow, she is no stranger, only the rack led, and the windshield cracked. And she didn't let him go. It became difficult to breathe, because the airbag rested against the chest. He was surprised to think that his head was in place and that he was even thinking well, his arms and legs, everything was intact.

He got out of the cabin on autopilot. And, grabbing one of the canisters, he dragged it along. With difficulty he crawled to the side of the road. Then I thought: "I will not make it." And, straightening up, with the last willful effort he threw the canister into a nearby garbage can. It took all the strength. He squatted down and tried to catch his breath. And then suddenly I heard such familiar voices of my former friends:

- We must finish it off!

- Wait a minute!

- Lech, where are you going ?!

- There's money!

- Stop, you fool! Back! Lech !!!

- It's lam! Lam bucks! It will burn, on ...!

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Subordinates behind her eyes call her EB ... Rude and not feminine. Evgenia Borisovna is a business woman. A good position, a luxurious car, the opportunity to relax in the best resorts ... And my husband: helpful, well-groomed and loving. No, really, the pleasure of this love and of sex with him too, but what can you do ... many women live like this. One day a serious deal breaks down with her, and while the proceedings are underway, Evgenia is forced to fly to Thailand.
There in the life of EB a man appears, and she loses her head.
Everything is so passionate and romantic that you want to kill a business woman in yourself and be just a WOMAN!
But the hot vacation is left behind, the payback for frivolity and ... the collapse of reputation and career lies ahead.
Will she be able to come to terms with this ?!

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Isle of fluttering butterflies

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He: the day before departure

He didn't even realize right away that they were shooting at the car. They can't. Should not. This does not happen at all. They are his friends! Friends do not act so mean!

He was tempted to stop and ask:

- Guys, this is a joke, right? Funny. And it worked! I almost believed it! They laughed and fled. I am silent, and you are silent.

Or not: squeeze everything out of the car that it is capable of, break away from them and forget it, like a bad dream.

Moreover, they have already begun to lag behind. Still would! Once he was a good race car driver, and if he happened to be born in a different place and at a different time, his youth would fall on the notorious zero, when every risky man could achieve his goal if he went ahead, God knows! I would drive now in Formula 1. Monaco Grand Prix, Monte Carlo Grand Prix ...

It became so sweet in my soul ... As if it had been filled to the brim with champagne, and magic bubbles went upwards, making the head light, light, just weightless. Hands involuntarily stroked the steering wheel: calmly, my sweet girl, calmly. Our car flies to the finish line ahead of rivals. A little more, and the audience will celebrate the new champion!

And at that moment the car jerked and, as it seemed to him, very slowly began to roll over on its side. He didn't even immediately realize that they, his friends, were shooting. For HIM. And this is no longer a joke. One burst of automatic weapons, another ... Yes, damn it! As in some action movie! But this, alas, is not a movie! The wheel is punctured. And when I realized this, it was too late to be afraid. After all, he was once a good race car driver, so he immediately guessed: it's time to pray. Now everything is in God's hands. The car flying at a crazy speed became uncontrollable at the moment. In addition, one of the bullets pierced the gas tank. Intuition prompted: yes, that's how it is. The guys are serious. They want to kill him, their FRIEND.

He very slowly and, as it seemed to him, beautifully flew into the ditch. Since his soul was now entrusted to God, he saw everything as if from the outside and even had time to think:

"And the man falls beautifully!"

He woke up already on the ground. In the salon of a car that lights up. And then I remembered:

“I'm on fire. I AM".

Judging by the fact that the soul returned to the body, there, in heaven, after consulting, they decided: it is too early for him. The car was good, strong, a real "German". Reliable, like a mug of foam, unfiltered, under oozing pork fat Bavarian sausages. A guarantee of satiety and a calm measured life. She, this "German", withstood the blow, she is no stranger, only the rack led, and the windshield cracked. And she didn't let him go. It became difficult to breathe, because the airbag rested against the chest. He was surprised to think that his head was in place and that he was even thinking well, arms and legs, everything was intact.

He got out of the cabin on autopilot. And, grabbing one of the canisters, he dragged it along. With difficulty he crawled to the side of the road. Then I thought: "I will not make it." And, straightening up, with the last willful effort he threw the canister into a nearby garbage can. It took all the strength. He squatted down and tried to catch his breath. And then suddenly I heard such familiar voices of my former friends:

- We must finish it off!

- Wait a minute!

- Lech, where are you going ?!

- There's money!

- Stop, you fool! Back! Lech !!!

- It's lam! Lam bucks! It will burn, on ...!

- I'm with you!

Even in his sleep, his ears were blocked, as then. It was the most intense moment. Another little death. The first happened when he was flying into a ditch. The second, when the gas tank exploded. Lucky again. “It's too early for him,” the angels in heaven grinned.

It rushed, rocked, then it got hot, as in a summer afternoon, on the Sochi beach. And a wave similar to the sea hit in the head. He seemed to be thrown onto sharp stones. From the wild pain he almost fainted.

As always, it was at this moment that he woke up. The forehead and cheeks were wet with sweat, and the lips were salty with tears. Tears of pain and resentment. The sheet was knocked off, the blanket slid to the side. Can't you get rid of these memories ?! Well, and to burn to the end of life in hell, and for the sins of others ?!

I didn't feel like eating. There was no appetite at all. Death, though small, still happened to him. And twice. Life returned to the body, but the fear remained. While flying into the ditch, I managed to understand that there was nothing on the other side. Except for peace, and eternal. And sleep, also eternal, empty, without any dreams. And what the hell is he, tell me, you need this eternal peace, when you have a body, and still young, strong, beautiful, greedy for all kinds of pleasures: food, drink, girls ... And everything is up to him, this body. And it is better to say by ... But this is already a non-literary expression, as they say. And he has no other words after these nightmares.