10-ти килограммовый исполин. Рассказ

Vasilina shuddered and opened her eyes, not immediately realizing where she was. There was an unpleasant tingling sensation in my hand. Apparently, she fell asleep right on the hard surface of the desk in an uncomfortable position. The cold, grey light of early morning was already filtering through the panoramic window of the pastry shop

, and someone was knocking loudly and insistently on the door . She straightened up, stretching her stiff neck, and her gaze fell on the three-tiered giant standing on a stand in the center of the table. The cake looked monumental. Strict chocolate edges, covered with dark velvet the color of deep indigo, sparse decor of the finest

gold leaf, at the top piled the massive numbers 65. Perfection itself, masculine elegance itself. It was an order for an anniversary celebration. Memory returned in short flashes. Vasilina agreed to this adventure, contrary to all the rules, realizing that one such order could feed her for almost a month. Making the intricate chocolate sails and decorations took all of last

day. She baked the cakes in advance, but due to a lack of time, she had to do the assembly and final leveling alone until late at night. Dinara, her replacement, left at 11 pm, but Vasilina stayed. She remembered how carefully she laid the layers, she remembered that she had finished everything, and then darkness. Apparently,

her body simply shut down as soon as she finished the last touch. The knock was repeated. The customer, named Miron, warned in correspondence that he would arrive at 7:00 in the morning. It was more convenient for him to personally supervise the loading before the start of the ceremonial day. Vasilina straightened her disheveled hair,