Misha was still asleep when, a call came from his new Smartphone. It was already 9am. The alarm clock on the bedside table gently ticked, the Smartphone was torn from an insistent call. Misha lazily stretched, took the phone:

      “Hello,” Katya called.

      – Hi!

      – You, how, eh?

      – Ah, what? – Misha answered sleepily with a question.

      – Yes, well, not Che. What are you doing today? The classmate asked. Misha felt that Katka was tormented by something.

      – Yes, I do not do this.

      – Maybe we’ll go, wherever? Katherine asked persistently.

      – “Here’s another trailer,” thought Misha, then he asked aloud: “Where shall we go?”

      – Well I do not know. – The girl answered puzzled, then said, – Wherever we come up with.

      – Listen to Korobkova, but it’s true that when you were ill, well, then in the winter, did you teach the teacher in memory of Eugene Onegin? They told me about you, huh?

      – Ah, what?

      – Well, is it true?

      – Well yes. A h here is? I have a memory, you know what, oh the, what. I once read that no-one, I can literally retell at once from memory. In, how!

      – Well, let’s go anywhere. About! Let’s go on an excursion to the slanting tower.

      – Yes, I’ve been there a hundred times. We went to the movies better.

      – What do you want to kiss? – could not stand Misha, so as not to pin up the girl.

      – Ugh, you fool! – Katya dropped the receiver.

      Misha smiled. Slowly put the Smartphone on the nightstand. Then he got out of bed, pulled on his sports pants and went into the kitchen. There was already a mother, drinking coffee and reading Nevyansk news in the local newspaper.

      – Good morning. Misha said sleepily.

      – Good morning, Misha. You, that did not wash yet and immediately from the bed to the kitchen. Wash your hands, then come.

      Misha turned, went out into the corridor and heard again, called the Smartphone.

      “Yes, it’s you, Korobkov.”

      – Listen, bear, do not call me Korobkova, I have a name.

      “Katherine, are we going to the tower?”

      “Ah, you agree.” So I’m already dressing.

      “Katya, wait, the excursions there begin at eleven.” And I have not even washed myself yet.

      – All right, sleepyhead, let me come to you, and let’s go, it’s not far from you.

      – Come on. Let’s go and get acquainted with this amazing attraction.

      – We go back for the tenth time. Katya hung up the phone. An hour later, she already called Misha’s apartment door. She was discovered by Misha’s mother:

      – And, Katya is passing, pass, And I thought, who is Mishka waiting for? – the woman smiled affably, let the girl into the corridor.

      – Hello, Aunt Olya! I’m just going to Misha. – Said Korobkova, and entered the apartment.

      Misha came out of the kitchen, wiping his lips with his handkerchief from his drunk coffee. He wore black trousers and new black shoes. Snow white T-shirt.

      “Katya, here I can go already.” – He came closer and kissed the girl in a plump cheek. Katya blushed to the ears, she thought: “That’s bad luck; it turned red like a tomato.” It’s good that my aunt Olya did not see.”

      “Mom, we’re gone!” – Misha shouted and pushed the girl ahead of her from the apartment to the landing. They, laughing, ran down the stairs to the exit from the house.

      The famous tower could be seen from a distance, and the battle of the chimes with a wonderful bell-tinged melody reported that it was already 11 o’clock.

      – So far we will go, the museum will already receive tourists. – Misha informed.

      “I hope so.” – The girl’s cunning eyes looked at the guy and smiled.

      – You, Katka, somehow look at me strangely? – Asked Misha. “Do you have something to say to me?” – Inquiringly, looking at the girl, he asked.

      – I was told that you were with your brother on an overnight stay, with you there were two city whores from his college. It’s true?

      – Yes, not whores, and his classmates. Normal girls. – Misha refused.

      – Yes, normal girls? And they slept, of course, separately, yes? – Katherine did not stop.

      “Are you that the Korobkov prosecutor is on interrogation?” Misha asked in displeasure.

      “Ah, what’s your business, what do you say?” – With tears in her eyes, almost sobbing, suddenly asked the girl.

      “Katya,” he stopped, like Misha, “are you jealous of me for Sophia?”

      – And, so her also called Sophia? – Two pigtails with woven bows at the ends jumped on the girl’s red head when she stopped impetuously, in front of the guy.

      – Korobkova, can I kiss you? – looking into the green eyes of the girl, asked Misha, coming closer to her. Katya rushed violently with her right hand on the boy’s left cheek. A lashing blow reflected a rippling slap in the face. Misha, not feeling the pain from the blow, grabbed Katya by the shoulders, pulled him to him, and started kissing her on the lips. Having issued a swan rumbling, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against him, trembling like an aspen leaf in the wind. When quite a long time had passed, and the girl, taking breath, tore herself away from Misha’s lips, whispered in his ear, resting his chin on the shoulder of the guy:

      “I love you, you fool!” –