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After the institute, it was difficult to find work. My wife, still a student, helped me in my search.
     After two months of unsuccessful search, the wife found a stunning job as a teacher at a private institute. I was happy. True, they didn’t take on work immediately, but after a month of internship, if, as the director said, my qualifications would be suitable.
     During the internship, I lectured for others, replacing ill teachers. A couple of weeks after the start of work, my boss invited me and praised my work, the quality of the analytical study of the material, promised me a great future.
     He asked where I live, whether the living conditions are normal, when I invite you to coffee.
     ““ When it’s convenient for you, ”I replied.
     The chef was comfortable today, and we went to my place. On the way, the chef grabbed a bottle of champagne, cognac, candy, so as not to go empty-handed. The wife was delighted with the guest, gathered in the store, (in the refrigerator was empty, as in her pockets), but the chef did not let go.
     We started with champagne, ate sweets. Quickly got drunk, began to dance. Dancing, the chef laughed and stroked his wife's ass. She blushed and hid her eyes. The music ended, sat down at the table. The chef put his wife on his knees, they began to drink cognac on Brudershaft and kiss.
     “And what are we without a snack,” the chef asked. He gave me a very large bill and sent it to the store.
     To walk - so to walk. He ordered me to spend everything. Buying food took about forty minutes. Arriving home, I found that there was nobody at the table. The door to the bedroom was closed, behind it were the creaking of the bed and a groan. Half an hour later a drunk, stripped chef appeared from there. He had a fat body and a kind cheerful smile. He told me that we are cool, he really liked me and he insists that I be transferred to a permanent job.
     He kept his word, they gave me a watch. He began to visit us almost every evening. But that is another story. If you want, I’ll tell you more ...

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