Untouchable

A girl counsellor turned up at the camp. Clever and beautiful. A wonderful young lady, and you could see she wouldn’t put out for anyone. But Denis bet Lesha (the very same ones) that he could sleep with her. For two weeks he trailed after Vlada, but she wouldn’t have any of it. The shift was already coming to an end, and Lesha was already secretly rubbing his hands, greedily looking forward to his winnings.

One day, Denis invited Vlada to his counselor’s room (which was no bigger than a train compartment) to look at something. It was either stamps or photographs; it didn’t really matter. Vlada had always enjoyed talking to Denis, but she kept the door to the counselor’s room open. So there they were, sitting on the bunk, flipping through an album, when a crowd of rescuers (demobilized paratroopers) barged in, shouting and making a ruckus, calling Denis to go get some mussels.

Denis replied to them, “Guys, I would love to, but I’m about to $#@!…”. Vlada turned bright red, and Denis’s words hung in the unexpectedly thick silence. The lifeguards quietly apologized and assured Denis that they understood, then retreated. The silence in the counselor’s room lasted for another minute. Finally, Denis decided to say something and told Vlada, “You… I’m sorry if the joke was stupid.” To which Vlada, looking at him with her big brown eyes, said, “Well, what can you do? Now no one will believe that I didn’t sleep with you. Close the door.”