There was no doubt that money would be scattered in the evening, like birds in the fall. My closest friends notified SMS from the morning that they would meet me from the train. This meant that after the meeting we were mobbing to the nearest tavern, where I was “exposed” to the full width of my soul. And I have it Central Asian, read, very broad. Assuming a similar development of events, I stretched out on my top shelf, and prodrykh up to Dnepropetrovsk. Forces for the night spree required considerable. It is unlikely that I will be able to sleep the next day, I know my friends.

On the platform I was waited by a whole gang of not quite sober comrades. After a diverse range of handshakes, greetings and friendly hugs, our noisy team fell out at the station square, and distributed to two taxis. Dagestan Azar, located next to the driver of our car, ordered to go to "Chibis." The car's interior exploded with friendly laughter. The whole comic of the situation was that “Chibis” was located near the bus station, to which even on foot was no more than five minutes walk.

- Hazard, do not drive, what, nah * d, "Chibis"? For two hundred meters we will pay, as for two kilometers. What are you, a millionaire? Or the daughter of a millionaire e * eat? Let's go somewhere far away already, once sat down, - suggested the Russian Andryukha, who came to study in Ukraine from the distant Tyumen.

- Then go to Shevchenko Park (this is said to the driver). There and buhn in summer cafe, and chaff will remove. Sanya (“Dagen” turned half way around to me), you have no idea how much “young meat” is in the city now. Abitura this year ponaehalo more than ever. Girls - what you want! Black, white, brown. And even an arrangement (with a fake Caucasian accent, although Azar spoke excellent Russian).

- Yes, they are missing every year. And black, and white, and the "living." And it's not for me to tell you about it, - I shrugged my shoulders, - chief, come on, don't wait until this clown (Azar knows this is me joking) will say (clap the driver on the shoulder). Our "Kazan" about women if you started to gab - you can’t shut up. And time is ticking. Nine o'clock already.

- Uh, no, brother, this year is different. Here you look, - Azar has the last word.

My Dagestan friend was a notable walker for the ladies, which earned him the nickname “Kazan”. The game of words requires some decoding, therefore I explain.

The fact is that Azar was preparing an amazing pilaf. It was the signature dish of his kitchen arsenal. However, it was the only one in his “cookbook” that appeared. I don’t remember that he, at least once, was still preparing something really serious. Scrambled eggs, fried potatoes and pasta - do not count. But the pilaf in his performance was truly magical, this is not to take away. Azar didn’t be too lazy to bring even a huge Kazan from Makhachkala. He said that only in a real cauldron from his homeland, the pilaf is so tasty. Partly, therefore, the nickname for him perepalo "Kazan". But, to a greater degree, he was obliged by his nickname to the nominal (in truncated form) existing in our society, thanks to the greatest lover of all times and peoples. Of course, talking about Casanova.

And this comparison is not an exaggeration at all. “Kazan” easily “filmed” ladies of any age and interests, regardless of their social status. I saw him in his bed and young students with a few pennies for the soul, and mature “business women” on expensive cars. Many were simply amazed and wondered how it came out. Many were guessing, but I knew.The popularity of Dagestan among women was promoted by natural magnetism (an incredible male charm, if you will), and an external similarity to Jason Statham (I am not lying to God).

Add to this a great sense of humor, a healthy audacity in communicating and dealing with women, as well as an irrepressible sexual energy, thanks to which Azar, during carnal pleasures, brought his partners to an unconscious state. I have always believed and believe: if he had gone into the world of the porn industry, he would certainly have been on the first roles. So inspired, skillful and tireless to fuck, not everyone is given. On that special gift is needed. And fate very generously provided him with this gift.

Kazan was the oldest in our company. He and I were separated by a whole gulf in seven years. Azar managed to serve in the army, and live for several years in St. Petersburg, working in the "slightly gangster" structure of his older brother. He came to study not on his own will, but at the will of the same brother, who believed that at least someone in their family should have a higher education. Had the will of Kazan itself been with it, he would have remained with pleasure in the “northern capital” of the Russian Federation, where, in his words, “he and he didn’t have a higher education lived pretty sweetly”. But it is not customary to argue with older brothers in their culture. Once told to go - it means you need to go.

And he came. I came to arrange a drunken brawl with another newcomer, a foreign student on the very first day of my stay in Ukraine and to go to the police station. This "other newcomer" turned out to be none other than your humble servant. Azar and I didn’t like each other immediately. From the first minutes of my acquaintance, his Caucasian arrogance began to annoy me, and his desire to establish his own orders “on the floor of foreigners”. He was outraged in me by the reciprocal unwillingness to dance “under his tune”, and frankly disregard for his imaginary “authority”. I myself am "not done with a finger." I was “damn” who he was there, in St. Petersburg, and with which bandyukas he rubbed.

According to the results of the daytime verbal skirmish, the same evening, we were not weakly "grabbed" on a national basis. I will not go into details, I can only say that we were both wrong with him. We talked to each other shameful, "black" things, for which I am ashamed to this day. The case almost did not reach the stabbing. “Kazan”, at least, ran to his room behind the Dagestan (illegally imported) dagger, but the guys, sensing what smelt like roasted, hid cold weapons “out of harm's way” in time. Therefore, everything turned out to be traditional, in such cases, mutual fights, and no less traditional militia outfit caused by a frightened janitor.

The next morning we were safely released, tearing from each of the nth amount of money. Before that, we had an “educational conversation” with us, topped with the promise of the next time “to feed with batons” even more satisfying, and “to transfer the matter above.” Returning to the hostel, I fell asleep, and in the evening there was a solemn ceremony of smoking the “peace pipe”. Our common friend with Kazan (later becoming a common friend) Zhenya, undertook to improve relations between us and, to give him his due, succeeded in this difficult task.

Azar and I talked in a civilized manner, offered each other mutual apologies, consolidated the whole thing with a handshake, and went to the nearest cafe to strengthen the shaky union. Strange as it may seem, but already after the first 100 grams of “little white,” we found in each other a lot of nice qualities that leveled that negative that had annoyed us for days before. We keep the word, to this day, and with a smile we remember the first day of our acquaintance.

I could tell a similar story (not so brutal, really) about each of those friends who met me from the train on my twenty-first birthday. But their functions that evening were limited only to friendly communication and the creation of a festive atmosphere. The role of Azar was, where, how serious. But about "all in order", as they say.

In Shevchenko Park, we noisily disembarked out of the cars, and all in a heap fell into a summer cafe with the melodious name “Kruchi Dnieper”. The river itself was not visible from here, but the freshness of the air and the light river breeze claimed that it (the river) was here, very close. The guys tried their best, and at our table on the summer terrace, not a single living ... Read more →