I do not remember from which booze I returned. I only remember that from the opposite end of Moscow to my Perovo. Metro. The last train. At the exit of the subway, and all this ampossibl happened.

He smoked, barely stepping behind the turnstiles. Something was sitting on the stairs. Silhouette showed individual masculine floor. As soon as I came up with this something, it spoke out of the darkness in a young, but fairly smoky and drunken voice:

- Ale, smoke to eat?

At the moment it became scary. Apparently, only “ale”, as if from the other end of the telephone wire, gave a little courage.

I am.

He: Can I have two?

I: God loves a trinity.

He: Thank you.

I: To health.

For some reason I stand and stare at the silhouette, trying to discern any special signs. So, just in case. So far I only know that this is a young male individual.

He: Hear, buy devour something, eh?

Where am I?

The individual rises and points the right hand to a tent nearby. Silently go to meet food. In the lantern light, a smoothly shaven face with beautiful soft features looms. Or, conversely, the face does not know the razor. For the simple reason that nothing grows on it. Light bangs covers not only the left eye, but the entire left half of the face. Believing that she is as cute as the right, I try to make a whole portrait in my brain.

He: In, I "Bounty." And better two!

I: God loves a trinity.

Smacking and smacking, eats all three. Yes, so fast that I barely have time to take a couple of sips of beer.

He: Merci.

I: Sil wow ple. Well, I have to go.

He: Wait, let's have another smoke.

I: Well ... come on.

He did not want a beer. He needed another.

He: Hey, don't you want to fake me?

I: Why is this all of a sudden?

He: And I am such an ampo-sable.

Who am I?

He: It means "impossible." In French.

I remembered the recent Merci and Bounty and decided that the guy is a polyglot. But he asked to make sure of his vision.

He: And this is ... where?

I: Yes, all the same, only with a condom. Without it, I can not.

He: Well then, fuck me.

Me: Where are you so quick from?

He: From afar.

I: It can be seen.

He was about seventeen. Middle-height. Slender. Clothes resembled not that hippie, not that homeless. Ripped jeans are not the first or even one hundred and twenty-eighth freshness, a white (with a large degree of color blindness) T-shirt sticking out of a denim jacket of a different color than pants. I would even say the opposite color. I would put it on a “bum”, but I decided to give it to suck. Just. From longing. We went into the bushes. He squatted down, undid the zipper.

He: Fak yu, and you without panties!

Me: It's hot.

“I, too, but I simply don’t have them,” he said through his penis already.

Again he: Hear how mint you have it!

Me: This is because I chew Stimorol.

Licking eggs, putting the main piece of meat on top of bangs.

He: No, you have an amazing mint dick! Shove it for me!

Me: Nah, after that he is unlikely to remain mint.

He: C'mon, do not ssy, although it would be half a bucket.

I: Suck, do not talk.

He: Tired.

Me: So fast?

He: What do you think, you are the first today?

I: And what?

He: Third.

I: Well, what did I ask for waffles then?

He: So I asked for a waffle. Jerk off and down.

Nothing left to do. I work with my hand, imagining how cool it would be, if I had a “gum”. I quickly reach the desired moment. He squats, opening his mouth.

I: Catch the zinger!

Catching all that flies in his direction. Then carefully licks the residue on the lips.

Me: Well, better than "bounty"?

He: Nishtyak! Today it is the largest portion.

I fasten. Relief is replaced by idle curiosity.

Me: And how long have you been here?

He's here? Hour two.

I: And already processed three?

He: I’m saying, I am ampo-sable.

I: And then what? Fourth?

He: Yeah.

Me: But the metro has already been closed?

He: Well, what? And men with dogs? Or some drunk ...

Me: Listen, how much “Bounty” did you eat today?

He: Five. With yours

I: Those two, or something, one bought?

He: Zadolbal! Not everyone knows that God loves a trinity. And vaasche, since you don't want to go, go where you were going.

I: Well, go.

He: Well, go.

I went. It was about five minutes to the house. Turned around. For some reason, he wanted him to follow me. No, it was an amphibian. On the way I came across another tent. I wanted a beer. Saw a condom. Bought with Bounty. This time without a trinity. He sat near our first tent.

He: What is back?

I: "Bounty" brought.

He: I do not want.

Me: I bought prezik.

He: Well, let's go.

He had a damn elastic ass. He leaned on a tree and swayed slightly towards my sharp jolts.

He: No, no longer high. Come on, better by mouth.

I: You will not please you straight ...

He: Fu, gandonom stinks!

I: Take "Stimorol".

I took both. The end doused with fresh breath "Stimorola." This time he worked his mouth harder. Probably stimulated gum.

Me: Well, catch your spermint again.

As follows from the laws of physiology, this portion was smaller. Type of dessert. But with a unique and sustainable taste. Condom Licked, he rose.

He: Okay, I'll go home.

I: And what about the fourth?

He: No longer pins. Tomorrow.

I: And where do you live?

He: At the River Station.

Me: What are you going, and even in such an ass?

He: And you reason logically. Guess three times.

I: Well, ... by car. Maybe.

He: Well done! You immediately seemed smart to me.

I: Thank you. In that case, why didn't you buy the Bounty yourself?

He: And I have no attendants in kind.

We went on the road.

He: Well, I'll go on this car.

He opened the door second-hand, but Opel.

He: To take home?

I have become a complete amphibian. Climbed into the car rather because of the desire to make sure that it is his “Opel”. The fact of the existence of a car at the homeless, who greedily devoured "Bounty" ... Something did not bind. He, starting the engine, glanced in my direction and, having subtly felt the whole mess of the doubts in my head, said:

- I have been eating dinner for two months already. I am in a rush. Felting on white sheets is yours. And my - bushes. Until summer...

Me: And what, always here?

He: Do you know how many metro stations are in Moscow?

Me: Well, more than a hundred and fifty, maybe.

He: Yeah, something around.

He drew a map of metro lines. Almost all non-center stations were marked with crosses.

He: I was already there. There are about a dozen of those around whom tents work at night. Tomorrow I will go to "Volzhskaya".

Me: Tents, is this a ritual?

He: Yeah.

I asked to stop.

Me: What is your name?

He: What is the difference?

And really, what? He handed me a "Bounty".

He: Take it. I'm fed up with your waffle.

I: And you did not notice vulgarity?

He: And this is also a ritual. And besides, the waffle is the waffle. Arevuar!

Me: Happy hunting tomorrow!

He: Go, go ... Mowgli.

Wow, who would have thought, knows the classics! And yet, what am I surprised at is the ampo-sable ...

No, rather, Sharman ... (c) 1997

Postscript author. I am pleased to consider the offers of fees for advertising "Bounty", "Stimorola", "Sperminta", "Opel", nonstop tents near Art. m. "Perovo", a collection of works of R. Kipling and the Kalinin line of the Moscow metro.