David and Juan

Allocation, division, distribution

The sun was setting. It took one last look at the city, where the windows were modestly shimmering. The birds were chirping. And a small evening party had begun in the Parliament. High-ranking people had been invited, including David and Juan. They hung out together the whole time. They appreciated each other's beautiful clothes: Juan always looked pretty, no matter what rags she threw at herself, but when the lieutenant put on his dress uniform, Juan's words stopped. The young man's golden brown hair was neatly curled, slightly curled, to the left, but his olive green eyes still sparkled emptyly "God, I wish Pearley were here too!". Then they drank together, danced together. David was finally starting to relax when someone grabbed his shoulder. The boy looked back... He shouldn't have.

"Oh, Dear David! You're as handsome as ever!" "Liliya..." David hissed the delinquent's name between his teeth. He didn't "hate" Liliya, he was downright disgusted by her and really didn't love her with all his heart. Liliya courted him if she could, she hung on David all day. Needless to say, there was a reason why Holchang wanted to get together with Mihali: because Pearley was his girlfriend... and Liliya didn't like her. If he could, he would have made the whole country stand around Pearley Hosselini would have forced everyone to laugh at her.

Juan was almost puffed up with jealousy, even if it was just his best friend. After all, the person he hated the most was hugging his best friend. And he knew Liliya's only reason. After all, he had seen how "deadly in love" she was with Dietrich back then, when that boy was still with Pearley. The annoying girl wanted to seduce him too, and now she wanted David too. Because that's how bad her morals were.

"Dear David, marry me, I've already planned our future, Pearley doesn't deserve you, believe me, she's just using you to have enough money for all the propaganda she needs to win an election, remember, she said herself that you need two things to start a party: good connections and money. And she'll squeeze the money out of you. What a scumbag this is, how can someone have such thick skin on their face? Speaking of skin, how poor she looks, like a slut, like a pig, her nails are always bitten off, she's always covered in scars, I think she stabs herself every night to feel sorry for herself and..." Liliya would never have finished her pointless rambling. David couldn't even follow her. It was the secretary's luck, because if David had realized that lot insult... Of the two of them, David would have definitely been court-martialed and Liliya would have been in the emergency room.

"David" is a pleasant, tinkling, yet sufficiently deep, alto voice. The lieutenant recognized it immediately. His eyes widened, he pushed Liliya off him, who fell to the ground screaming. David was only interested in one thing, he wanted to run, but when he saw his girlfriend...

Pearley's brown hair was bent to the right. Her curly curls were down, so that the military shaven sides and back were not visible. There were a few red spots on her face, but David saw them as burning rubies. The Perfect Mouth stretched into a small halfsmile. Small, as Pearley was in general compared to David. She was short, at least a head shorter than Juan, with luminous blue eyes. The arch of her eyebrows was also an aristocratic feature. She was so unkempt... and yet so well-groomed and beautiful. No makeup, just a long black dress that made her already slender body look even slimmer.

And David felt like he was in love again. He had prepared so much for how he would greet Pearley when the moment came. With some good joke, some sly text, a romantic monologue... maybe a proposal... and now he couldn't even speak. He opened his mouth but no sound came out. Pearley clasped her hands below, modestly, gracefully and just looked at his hero. David looked alternately into the luminous blue eyes and the long clasped fingers. He knew he was in Heaven. And in the distance the angels were calling his name louder and louder. "-avi" "-avi" "-Davi" "-avid"

"David! Daaavid! Haho!" Juan had already shouted his name to the boy, who looked at him after a minute of silence. "Earth calls Lieutenant Mihali!" Juan continued. Mihali turned his head towards her, a little surprised that he wasn't in Heaven for now. He looked back, and there he saw the two shining blue eyes with long eyelashes again. "Hi" Pearley said, a little embarrassed. "Hi" the boy imitated. They both smiled and unconsciously approached each other to invite each other for a hot kiss, but then of course Holchang, who had just got up, had to speak again:

"Pearley! Aren't you ashamed of yourself? The lieutenant just came home from the front, he's tired, he wants a pretty girl, and you're not only making him wait for this, but you don't even have the nerve to paint those disgusting ulcers. Do you know how much that can hurt a man like David?"

Juan thought he was going to tear the opinionated girl to pieces right there. Pearley lowered her head, "Sorry," and sadly noted that her love had put her hand on Liliya's shoulder. "Liliya... Could we talk privately?" Holchang's eyes naturally lit up immediately, "Of course, my prince." With that, David took the girl back to one of the more private corners to "talk."

"You didn't take it upon yourself, did you?" Juan touched Pearley's arms. The blue-eyed girl just shook his head sadly. "Of course not." At that moment, a waiter walked past them, elegantly balancing a metal tray with one hand, on which stood a large bottle of Angel Rosé and four matching glasses. Pearley snatched the bottle of rosé from the tray, but without the waiter even noticing. It was already open, but it didn't bother him, he took a good sip of the alcoholic beverage. The scene filled Juan with a slight nervousness.

"I didn't mean anything," Pearley wiped her mouth. "Of course you didn't! You didn't do anything." the Korean snapped. "You know how much David was waiting for you to be here with him! He's been talking about you all day!" "I'm coming here and I'm going to screw that up too..." Hosselini took another big sip of his rosé. Juan just hugged him "It wasn't you who screwed up... it was that mangy Liliya Holchang! Oh, I hate it! You can't imagine! I'll slap her one day, that's for sure"

At that, the donkey in question ran from the hidden corner across the room, crying, his face buried in his hands. Juan hugged Pearley just enough to see his scar, and this time it was his turn to grin maliciously. David came back towards him, with slow, icy steps. As if he had just killed someone out of anger... Hosselini had finished his rosé by the time the boy reached them. "I hope you told her what she deserved," his friend looked at him expecting responsibility. "Of course, I did," the lieutenant nodded coolly. "It's about time, I'm fucking tired of her constantly shaping my life." Then he looked at his girlfriend. Finally, she was there. His gaze softened, his mouth curved into a smile. Finally he took the soft, snow-white hand (the hand that had already wrung the necks of so many prisoners), his thumb caressing Pearley's long fingers. He raised his hand to his mouth and pressed a long, sweet kiss to it. The girl's other hand, embarrassed, touched her cheek to hide the redness.

And Juan was happy. She was proud of David for finally getting back together with his once seemingly impossible love.