I was congratulated a lot and for a long time. For me a lot and drink heavily. For me, through every second song, the local chansonnier broke his throat, time after time, pulling out all sorts of songs from the memory cellars (right up to the student’s “In the French side” and the New Year’s “In the forest was born ...”), at least somehow varied from the typical "restaurant" repertoire. My friends knew very well about my dislike for the traditional motives of pubs, and therefore ordered everything that seemed more or less original to them.

Closer to one in the morning we didn’t count in our ranks four people, that is, exactly half of the train. All because Azar was right about the number of young ladies who roamed through the streets of Dnepropetrovsk that summer. I don’t know why, but they really were more than usual. As for the possibility of “removing chicks” right where we will thump, Kazan also turned out to be 100% right. The ladies man probably knew how to connect to space, and see the best options for dating. I simply have no other explanation for the fact that wherever we (with his initiative) would go with him, we had good-looking intrigues everywhere and everywhere. He had some unrealistic scent on adventurous girls, and this was the most useful facet of his talent for seduction.

So this time the same story happened. At the next table, a flock of pretty girls chirped in the amount of five persons. In appearance eighteen to twenty. As it turned out - the flow was “washed”. My guys immediately took the "objects in the development", and by the third toast was successfully carried out the merger of groups. And by the sixth to seventh toast, we already had four couples. The heart of the fifth girl turned out to be “busy” and did not participate in the formation of pairs.

Without agreeing with Kazan, we were left out of sympathy for the young ladies. I was in Moscow with Lizka Morozova, and I had a lot of fun, and for a couple of days I could easily stretch without thinking about sex. And Azar probably just wanted to get into the trash. It was very much in his spirit. If our “Dagen” wanted to “roll on”, then there could be no talk of any ladies this evening. At such moments he relaxed in full, and from the booze he was often dragged into the room “under the arms”.

Today was just such an evening, sorry, night. However, despite a fair amount of alcohol consumed, the Dagestani "smelled" everything in any way "did not take." He was tipsy, but quite sober. The snack was generous, and today Azar slept no less than mine, as it turned out. Little by little, the four pairs formed dispersed to where. How and where their night will end, now depended only on themselves. The fifth girl (the one with a busy heart) left before midnight, and the two friends of Andryukh and Pashka who remained with us "fell into a dry sediment" and barely "fronts in salads" did not fall asleep. Unlike us with Kazan, the guys at the construction site worked all day, and they very quickly “smeared the chairs”.

For them, the holiday was over. Therefore, while I was paying the bill, Azar took both to the street, sat in a taxi and sent to the hostel. When I went out into the street and their trace had already caught a cold, “Kazan” was slowly smoking under the canopy of trees. I also lit up, silently sitting next to him. While smoking - not a word uttered. Just stood and enjoyed the freshness of the August night. Despite the approaching end of summer, it was not cold at all.

Finally, the cigarettes were crushed, and went to the nearest urn.

- Well, Che, Sanya, now it is possible for women too. We drove? - Azar as if “rebooted” the operating system and tuned in to amorous adventures.

- It is possible for the women. Get your magic book.I know you have something to live there - he never wrote down the phone numbers of his mistresses in the memory of a mobile phone, rightly not trusting electronics. The phone could break, fall into the water, break on the asphalt, could be stolen, after all. All of these collisions led to the irretrievable loss of priceless contacts. That is why Azar got himself a small notebook, in which he wrote down the addresses and phone numbers he needed. “You can't fool the paper,” he said every time he took a phone number from a girl.

- Sanya, here's the deal. I wanted to offer you something, but you did not immediately refuse, okay? - my faithful friend was cunning and cunning.

“Oh, no, Kazan, right away — no,” Azar had not finished his sentence, but I already knew what he was going to offer.

- Sanya! Well, at least once make me a concession! At least once! - the Dagestani was annoyed.

- “Kazan”, not for * come at me. I'd rather jerk once more, but I won't go to the sales chicks. You know perfectly well that I never cry for sex.

- And I am crying! And I want to give you a gift today. Well, do not deny the "old" "Dagen", eh? Respect a friend, do a good deed! - Azar sniffed the child in the toy store.

- Fuck, "Kazan", how are you with your confused zae * al! I understand that prostitutes are your fetish! I know that you will go to them while x * nd will stand. But I am not interested in how many times this topic can be raised?

- Well, you will lose anything, or what if you just ride to the whores with me? You do not want to fuck, let's just go in the mouth bitches give. In the car will give! I’m not even dragging you into a brothel, we’ll take off on the street. Do not refuse, brother, you know how I respect you.

- Here you are the type of restless ... Let's go to the club better, and the girls cocktails for this money. Proku will be more. You are a strange man. In the notebook, a million free options, and you all the money down the drain itching.

- A hundred times I explained to you that I can not without it. I do not pay for sex, but for the atmosphere. The aura of prohibition and uncertainty just drives me crazy. I made a rule for myself, if I came to a brothel, I don’t go to another one. I choose from those whores. So it turns out: you know what you're going to fuck, but with whom it is - you do not know. Wondering how she looks. How to suck, how to fuck, how to moan. Passionate or sluggish. Shaved or shaggy. You won't understand me until you try it yourself.

- Oh, and you are a fool, "Kazan". It is easier to castrate you than to shake this crap out of your head - I laugh, lighting a cigarette.

- “Pip on your tongue”, brother, - Azar giggling cheerfully, following my example of smoking, “come on, Sanya, you will make a company once and I will never ask you about this again. Like it - we will ride together. No - it means that such a conversation will not start. So what? Agreed? Smoke and eat?

- Damn with you, a connoisseur of passions, we go. But I don’t have to pay for me, I’m not a young boy, I will pay myself.

- Hurt me, brother. You're a birthday today, and I'm a guest. No gift came? Came So I want to give you a gift, I have the right.

- Well, I'm not a birthday man anymore. Almost two hours, as the twenty-seventh of August in the yard.

- Nothing wrong. Like you, “Russians,” say: “Better late than never.”

- I am the same “Russian” as you, freak.

- Ay, what's the difference, it’s like Russian - it means Russian! - Azar dismissed my objections, as if from an annoying fly.

- Aah, yes ?? Well, then I will call you “Chechen”, or “Azer”. Choose

“Uh, no, brother, that’s a different thing.” “Chechens” are “Chechens”. “Azeris” are “Azeris”. And “Dagens” are “Dagens”. I am a Dagen, and I don’t look like others.

“You see, you don’t like it when your Caucasian nations get in the way.” That and the Slavs in the pile do not need to interfere. “Russians” are “Russians”, “Belarusians” are “Belarusians”, and “Ukrainians” are “Ukrainians”. All people are equal in rights, but nationality must be honored. Do not be proud of it, namely honor.

- I agree, brother, I completely agree. I am wrong. I'm sorry. And do not hold evil.

- Yes, what the hell is evil, Azar, what are you talking about? Dokurivay, come on, and take it, where are you going to take me there.

Kazan brightened like a new coin. Famously threw a cigarette butt in an urn meters from three, and hurried to the white "six", with illuminated ... Read more →