- When I was just beginning its case, I wanted to name his shop sapozhek House - said Mr. Kean - But I chose House Footwear, so as not to damage the business. You see, I was not sure that I can live, izgotavlivaya only exclusive boots. - It seems you could do - enchanted promolvila Victoria - Excuse me, it seems I have a few to get heated at the bottom. - All in the order, Miss. Why not examine all as it should, while you wait for your shoes. He pushed Pozhaluystai long curtains, behind a deep alcove, which probably could be called the room. He went down there and made the metal Step-ladder. By her, he took a few steps until it was lvl from the top shelf.

- I just wanted to offer you, rather than urine their shoes in such terrible weather, obut rubber sapozhki from rain. Pumps put in a bag and pereobuetes on the ground. That's very feminine sapozhki. He is already down the stairs, holding in his hand shiny black rubber boots. He put them on the floor next to the chair: - Do not want an example, Miss? Victoria looked at impermeable boots. Of course, their appearance was not inconsistent with her sense of style: each pair in this room was wonderful and made cost, probably money. Amateurcurves - skandia. And, as Mr. Kean said, this pair of boots was very feminine: pointed socks, elegant and kabluchok golenische, tightly seated in the leg and get to the part of ankle, where she increasingly whole.

She villages in the chair, took boots and right leg in prosunula golenische. Sapozhok to strive to vyskochit from hand: its external, rubber surface was slippery to the touch, but the inside lining was made of soft velvety material, which gave the leg to easily penetrate inside and took her into their cozy embrace, when the boots was obut to the end. It took a few moments longer than expected Victoria. When she left obula boots, then, sitting with both legs, obutymi in shiny boots, she felt unusually comfortable and calm as in the most gentle, sensual massage.

- Yai, me - Victoria does not find the words - They Wonderful! - Do not want to see how you see them? At a distance of several feet, next to a model fotoportretom girls stood high mirror. Victoria looked at him and saw his leaner figure, belokurye long hair, dark eyebrows, gray eyes and a firm chin, short but elegant dress, the only supplement to whom a modest thread pearls around their necks, and the completion of all this - boots. Victoria was not tscheslavna, but she knew that she had beautiful legs.

Now her graceful ankles and feet, decent kisses, were covered in rubber sapozhkami, whose natural beauty of grace stressed legs. They were concealed under the rubber, but it only attracts more attention to them. - I take them - abruptness proiznesla Victoria. Mr. Keen nodded in agreement: - you make the right choice, mission Missi? - Martins. Do you accept credit cards? - Of course. But if you do not do me a favour: I would like to ask you to sign something for me? This does not take a long time. He again went into hiding in alkove. Victoria became curious: what heis busy, invisible to them.

In the next moment she stood up and walked next to him. She moved confidently, but at the same time, she was surprised itself. This was not like it. She was impatient to learn that is behind curtains, and she was going to find out. It seemed, her brain began to work on the new, allowing Victoria to do everything exactly as she wished. In addition, she was astonished how easy it was to walk in those boots impermeable: boots were tight enough that the leg felt their weight and strength, feel secure and at the same time, it was easy and warm in them. Mr. Kean slightly vzdrognul when observed behind Victoria.

- Ouch! Please pass. One moment, I only get to the shelves client - said he delivered with a huge book shelves, - all marked here, to whom I sold the Sea boots - he opened the first page - Since 1989, just finished my previous book. Already six years. - The truth? - Victoria noticed, do not hesitate over his words. She inspects the alcove: shelves, ustavlennye boxes, books, a variety of brushes, sapozhnymi creams and other things to take care of footwear, and could not hide the light of frustration. But there was something else: a large wall plaque for notes, completely covered with pencil outline, very skillfully executed.

They were sketches of different boots, made at different times. Around the painted pencil to stand on end several sheets. Expression of Victoria changed person. - This is my idea, Miss. If a client is special order, sometimes I ask her to tell me that she would like to have, and so far, she said, trying to draw it. - Yes? - Proiznesla Victoria, not listening to him. Her attention was riveted to one outline on the board. This was not the sketch boots. Frenchcum - skandia. Probably, Mr. Kean tried to invent a logo or monogram: the wings of eagles, stars and Maltese cr osses into all sorts of combinations of letters, which apparently were an attempt to encrypt any call. Constantly repeated letter, which was larger than other letters. - What is it? - Asked Victoria.

All pads were long, some reproduced leg to the knee, others - just above the knee. Shoes were made of a light, almost white wood. The wooden surface was absolutely smooth, with perfection to reproduce the form of human feet. All five fingertips have been met with remarkable precision. At each of them was even a small nogotok. It seemed elastic and feet were warm to the touch. Mr. Kean was headed to a large built-in cupboards, and only now noticed Victoria, facing the door openings in their own behind. So far it has not entered the room, he turned to another locker, little attached to the wall above the working bench. Door of the cabinet was priotkryta and he has closed its usual gesture, although it was clear that he does not like to see Victoria saw the contents of the cabinet.

Mr. Kean turned to Victoria: - Prisazhivaytes, please Miss. We have to wait. Remove your raincoat. Maybe you welded us both tea? The big finger he pointed Victoria, diverting it from the locker glance at the kettle and zavarochny chaynichek that confronted the midst of turmoil, the king in the room. - So, let's examine the sixth English size, narrow nogaiPoka Victoria set fire to the kettle, he accepted to work. Choose one of the short pads, put on her shoes and broken stoymya put pads on the bench so that the shoe soles looked up.

He then put on goggles and surgical gloves: issuing a tube from a small droplets of glue on the sole and kabluchok, neatly connecting them, from his collection of instruments chosen tiny vise and slowly recorded and heel shoes together tightly enough to keep heel in place until zasohnet glue, and at the same time not to damage the surface of lacquered shoes. Sperm shack movies - the red boots. Watching him, Victoria was struck diligence with which Mr. Kean has done work; she felt that she stands pomolchat until it zakonchit.Sidya on a bench, he oglyanulsya: - Tea is ready? In the room to distribute a resounding hiss kettle. - Oh, yes! I was simply enchanted by what you do.

- You go to any meeting when you have a broken heel? Viktriya nodded, knowing why he asked. She withdrew with a raincoat. Under the short them were wearing evening dress of silk colors of red wine. - At the dinner and reception. I saw that out of a taxi passenger went and ran to catch to intercept it. My heel to break under, I just was not dropped face down, a taxi driver I had not even noticed. Fortunately, polismen was nearby, and he helped me rise. He told me about you - she added, - He said only that there are several shoe shop, which may even work. - We should wait a few more minutes? - Victoria looked at their watches. - Dolshe, Miss - answered Mr.

Kean - About three-quarters of an hour, if you want the work was done well. - O, features! - Exclaimed Victoria - I late for dinner! I came here because it thought it would be faster than return home for another pair of shoes. Sperm shack movies - the red boots. YaiVnezapno Victoria stopped: - If you can not quickly fix these shoes, then sell me any. What a decent ceremonial heeled shoes on, black. I can pay by credit card? Mr. Kean shook his head with regret: - Excuse me, Miss, but I can not help you. We do not sell shoes. Victoria has already polezla in its credit card and handbag for her hand frozen in the middle: - What you say? This month is called the House Footwear, but you do not sell shoes.

- No, Miss, do not sell - said Mr. Kean, rising with the working benches - I ask you, proydemte top with me and then you all will understand. Zaintrigovannaya Victoria followed him out of the room, the corridor and back up the ladder in the hallway. - This, to the second floor, Miss - will bring the voice of Mr. Keene top - Here are our exhibition room. He raspahnul door and retreated in the direction, passing it forward. Victoria entered the room and was in the room, strikingly differs from previously seen: a very large room, which probably occupied the entire second floor, with a high ceiling, without a single window, illuminated at once vivid and at the same time, soft white neon light, thick soft carpet on the floor, in which her legs in stockings drowning at each step, a large empty space in the center, with all four sides surrounded by rows of open shelving.

And in those racks, on the floor, vzdymayas to the ceiling, stood in rows boots, boots and boots again: at least one hundred pairs of women's diverse boots. - I can sell you any of them - will bring the voice of Mr. Keene at the rear - this we do here in the House of Footwear. But no shoes. Victoria is still around to view, the situation shocks luxury and wealth of choice. At first glance it was impossible to cover all the different models of boots.

Each boots stood exactly in place. Boots were all kinds of height: from sapozhek, get up to schikolotok, to ultra-high boots in the entire length of the leg. Between the shelves and walls of the passage was a good yard wide, which gave access to inspection boots to the front and rear. The walls were completely uveshany photographs. Many were represented only boots, which were visible over ankles, knees or hips models on others in full-length show were girls and women, obutye in boots. Obviously, the images were collected over the years: style haircuts, cut skirts and cosmetics are all changes of fashion with the sixties to the nineties.

Door hammer was made in the form of female sapozhka the high heels. Victoria Martins was delayed for a moment, a piece of shiny yellow brass, for which she did, drew her attention. Hammer was fat, but skillfully executed in the form of high, before knee boot with lacing, densely covering the seductive foot. Laces front were reproduced with all the details, in the sides and rear to have been skillfully engraved metal sutures, which are at present leather boots. Victoria hammer seemed unusual in its own way remarkable. But it was quite dark on a street in that part of town, which represents a fairly vague, cower under the umbrella, trying to shelter from torrential rain, and she hurries.

Therefore, after a brief pause, she struck with a force hammer on the door. Victoria, of course, wanted to be heard, but it is not expected that such a loud sound will be: socks boots blow to the brass plate, caused deafening roar, it seemed all shaken from the roof of the building to the ground. Frightened, do not knock it so much and then stopped. Someone applauded at its tap. The door opened and vzglad Victoria met with eye, looking from the bottom, although at its knock out man: nyzen'ko, thinness, old, but with a sufficiently long black hair, among whom were a lot of gray, there were jacket and ruffles. - Sorry for concern - proiznesla Victoria - Footwear This House? A small man nodded.

- I ask you pass. What can help? - He asked, without pausing between the two phrases. But as Victoria followed his invitation, the answer to his question was obvious. She stood on the stairs, putting his right leg, bent at the knees, on a step higher than the left. When she entered the house, this leg draw up, but the other was forced to bend. At feet from Victoria were on high heeled shoes, and right-heel shoes was completely broken. She stumbled and tried to keep balance. She szhala lips, but of them uspelo fly curse. Little man picked by her arm and helped keep the legs:- Nothing, nothing, Miss.

- Sorry, - said Victoria - ostocheri so annoying. Yet you understand? - Of course. Why not sit down and do not withdraw them. Here dry, unlike the street. He summed her to a chair facing a wall. Victoria village and withdrew shoes. They were lacquered black shoes with straps around the ankles. At their socks and climbs blesteli rain water droplets that are similar in the light of lamps at the tiny sparkling diamonds. While her fingers rasstegivali buckle, Victoria looked around. She was in the hallway. The narrow staircase leading to top, leaving a corridor inside the house. In the air vital steady, but a pleasant smell, thesmell of new leather.

- You know, outside this house is not like a shoe store. - And I did not attempt to do so, - a small man replied. - Are you the owner? - I am the owner - was a response - HSBC James Kean, working since 1965. - Is it so long ago? - Surprised Victoria - As shoppers find you? Here it is not crowded mestoi-I have permanent customers with the very time, as I opened its case. About me tell. You see, I have very personal service - proudly replied Mr. Kean. - Do you mean working hours time. I do not be surprised if you told me to retract in such a late hour. Mr. Kean negatively shook his head: - I never closed to regular customers. Imagefap - debt slaves. If acustomer is familiar to me, he can knock at 3 o'clock in the morning.

- Actually? - Victoria was surprised again - Well, I do not think I ever will be so necessary to fix shoes. VotiOna opened a handbag and get out of chetyrehdyuymovy brilliant kabluchok-pins elegant shape, with smooth transition of the circle with one hand to almost that the island - on the other. - Could you fix it so that it can again obut - Victoria extended a mystery Kinu Broken kabluchok together with tufelkoy. He shook his head, eyes raised to the right tufelku and exploring the place where he was formerly heel. - Bad glue - he pronounced aloud, but how would talk with them himself.

- They cost me money - I noticed with offended notes in the voice of Victoria. - Platya more, do not always get better - responded saying that Mr. Kean while staying focused on studying shoes - Proydem in for service. He went on the corridor. Victoria was not confident that the invitation refers to it, but she decided to follow him and raised his chair. Her legs were covered transparent nylon stockings so thin that they seem almost invisible. To cover with Paul was linoleum, which she feet of cold feet. Mr. Kean on Corridor was held in the studio, obviously not paying attention to what followed sputnitsa. The workshop was a small, not too well-l it room with windows, which were stained glass. Only in one corner, over jobs, burned bright lamp. Even if the room had no subjects, it would not seemed spacious. And it was filled with many different strange-looking objects, which were difficult to pick names: a large number of unusual metal tools, large pieces of skin nevykroennoy separately underlying heels, soles, rises, belts, buckles, zippers, finally, that in most polumrake attracted the attention of Victoria, a complete collection of pads, built in pairs to fit on the shelves of large open-built cabinet.