The mister the First Minister She looked at the flaring sunset sun which has painted roofs vysotok in unpleasant bloody
colour. Today he has decided to stay overnight on the workplace. It would not be desirable to go home. Klubnichka for
certain already sleeps, he has warned her in advance that today it is given to herself. At first she has a little bit taken offence,
but already after pair minutes has completely supported its initiative.
- You are right, the muzhik! - she has told. - stay alone with itself, but tomorrow that did not come without an excusing drink.
- After all you will get drunk - you will stick, - She has joked.
- Do not doubt at all! - has confirmed Klubnichka.
"To the first Minister", - has told then Santajja, - "the First Woman of the State is necessary".
"Remarkably", - he has nodded. - "You have changed to the ideals?"
Santajja has rolled up eyes and has waved the spread wide hand:
"You for whom accept me?!" - she was indignant.
"Whether it is not enough", - has shrugged shoulders of She. - "The Heat, you know..."
"Santajja remains only the minister of the information", - has declared Santajja. - "The Wife of the First Minister should not be
from its command".
"Then I will take Klubnichku", - have declared She.
"Molodechik", - has tenderly stretched Santajja. - "Only and only it".
It was pulled:
"When we will arrange trua?"
"Sinner", - has grumbled She. - "Do not spoil to me Klubnichku".
So Klubnichka became the wife of the First Minister. Under the insisting of Santaji She in honour of a holiday has made free
journey to public transport. On all country. However, only one day. The First Woman long and istericheski laughed loudly,
jerking legs in golfs, when to it have informed what to become staid and become fast to it it is necessary the important
person. Then all three together they suited a stomach feast, having finished all banal frustration of intestines.
Since the retired First Minister has appointed Shea the successor thanks to what that with ease has won elections, has
passed about four years. And for these four years it it is already far time and again here so was by the window and thought,
observing of dying day.