My boyfriend pretended not to hear what I was saying . The camera pulled back and Erich finished first .

mostly silent restaurant date , my skating partner and I went for an evening run- through .

My heart was beating wildly because I knew that the Dutch could see my light in their photo .

Their awards were shown on the screens by the elevator . Light bristles made their faces very brutal . The smiles shone with the happiness of victory over all the other males . I once again imagined their members and the thought flashed through my mind about how I take a shower with them . True , they have direct now after the broadcast to the whole world, and so it will be inundated .

After the run, I fell off my feet. Zhenya rode sluggishly. He asked not to train lifts in order to save energy for the performance .

With trembling hands, I reached into the phone after training.

There was a red message sticker . Someone sent something .

This is Christian . They obviously overlooked my light . A message came from him in Latin with the building number, floor and room number in the Olympic village and the time .

There was also a photo where they were already in the room smiling at the camera in three of them in bathrobes .

I never had such thoughts , but the Olympics made me draw a picture in which I, instead of going to the building to the girls “for a minute”, go to them .

Such courage as now, after the competition , after the victory . Happens once in a lifetime .

we will never see each other again . Yes, they sent an invitation.

I took a photo of my leg in skates with a deep slit in a black sequined performance dress .

And she sent it .

Breath spiral . I felt that I could still freeze and not come to their room , but my heart was pounding harder and harder .

This happens once in a lifetime . In four years , even if we meet again at the Olympics, both I and they will, of course, be married to their own , Dutch girls .

And now , we do not need to get acquainted, we do not need to try to please each other …

Everything is clear without words.

I said goodbye to the guy at the fork in the street . The Chinese snow crumb fell from the sky . They even have fake snow . She told Zhenya that I needed to rest . And , making sure that he went into his body , on shaky legs moved to the champions .

The door was open and I stepped through the threshold . They were noisily discussing something in the kitchen , there was an absolute mess in the hallway .

The classics of the sports camp : the men have suits for competitions everywhere , trousers , Olympic trousers , mountains of empty plastic water bottles , shoes are scattered all around .

Among all this behind the scenes of big sport , jumping up from the table, they stood : three tall handsome men .

Hans with thick black long hair kept his hair in a bun on his head , Christian was a two-meter blond with a pumped up chest , and Erich was a brunette with beautiful long legs . They all had obscenely pumped hips like centaurs and six-pack presses …

I wanted to back away from their splendor , but Christian took a step towards the meeting in his short white coat and for a second I even saw his cock dangling between his legs .

His hand fell on my waist and he immediately sat me on my knees to the crouching Erich .

kind of cocktail was poured for me .

The guys smiled so beautifully that I could get drunk without alcohol , but I took a sip, and Hans stood up and said :

– I know why you came . Do you want to see this…