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A glass of whiskey for 64 million dollars

-You have already said "no". Now say: "Yes."

-No, I'm sorry, ' she said again.

-I'm very tired. I had a good time with you, you gave me a wonderful evening, but I can't.

-But you haven't even tried, you don't know that you can get from me, ' he said.

She didn't answer.

He took her by the button, trying retain and to bring her closer to him. The button fell off, and clattered on the wet asphalt.

She kissed his cheek.

When he raised the button, the woman was already far away.

He saw how she quickly, without looking back, entered the house.

The door creaked and closed with a nasty sound; as if someone showed him the tongue.

So. All as always. They all go the same way.

He already knew that everything goes exactly as now. Just because it should be, because it never was different.

Then, a few days after, she, like all women before, will call or pass through friends her regret.

Her voice will sounds softly and pretended. In all, what she was going to speak, he will see her hidden hope that he would ask her out again and at this time things will be different, and she will ask him to come to her, maybe.

But he will not invite her. The conversation will not too long and not too short. He tells a joke or gossip. They will politely laugh at a joke and he hung up the phone, forever. Then he take his "Parker" and with one thin line erase her number in his notebook.

The drizzle intensified to night, but he still went home on foot. He was walking slowly, so he came wet.

The suit just need to the cleaners.

In the pockets except the wallet there was nothing. Only a wallet and a handkerchief.

A notebook lay on the table, where is the "Parker".

He opened it and saw a sheet of paper fell out, similar to the faded dollar.

He completely forgot about this scrap of paper. Lottery ticket.

He got it from some drunkard, who couldn?t pay for the drink. And he poured him a glass of whiskey. Poured just so, willingly. He did not haggle and did not ask for anything in return. This man just gave him the ticket as payback. Perhaps this man was very proud and could not accept anything that looks like charity. For some reason drinkers, unlike the women were always kind to him.

In the drawer lay his Magnum 45.

He bought it a long time ago, in Texas, to shoot snakes. Magnum don?t failed him even once.

He pulled it from the drawer and examined. In the drum was only three shells.

He cocked it and wanted to put a gun to his head. But the hand is not raised.

Someone was holding his hand. There was no one. The house was empty. But someone was holding his hand.

And the hand was soft, warm and very strong.

She will be happy. They all will be happy, he thought.

He picked up his notebook. It was full of the strikeout numbers.

They will think it's because of them. Oh, nice. All these empty and dull women will be happy immediately?

He put the Magnum on the table and flipped through the notebook.

Lottery ticket lying on the floor and looked like an old dollar.

He picked it up and laid them page in the phone book.

Said, he thought, money and women are inseparable. No luck with women, and no luck with money.

Then he looked at the ticket number and the date of the draw.

The circulation was only three days ago.

He picked up the phone and called.

-I want to check a lottery ticket. Could you tell me the number?

A male voice on the other end said, "Someone catch a good luck in our city, sir. Dropped the jackpot. For the first time in two years, sir."

And what is the amount got this lucky? - He asked, just mechanically, without thinking.

-64 million, sir. The ticket bearer, sir.

-A number?

Voice dictate the numbers slowly and clearly.

It was his number. The letter. The digit in the number.

Further he has not listened. He hung up the phone and go to bed.

In the morning he took a bath, changed his clothes and called a taxi.

A new life has waiting for him at the door.

He took nothing from his old life. Nothing at all. He even changed his name.

Now he could afford it.