There are three ages of man. The first is when you stand drinking all night, the wine flows like water, the girls squeal and moan sweetly, you can't sleep at all, and in the morning you come to work as a cucumber and you don’t see what you did all night. Secondly, they drank and fucked all night, changing girls, in the morning like a cucumber with a tomato, but now you can clearly see what you were doing all night. And the third - you sleep all night, at least ten hours, but in the morning you look as if you indulged in passionate sex all night and enjoyed delicious drinks.

After retirement at the age of 45, Georgy and I, having given our “invincible and legendary, in battles knowing the joy of victories,” a quarter of a century, and George, about 27 years old, having served in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, were at a crossroads . 48 years old is not old age at all, but far from being young, and we soon became convinced of this by walking through our forest. And around Sverdlovsk such vast forests grow, mostly pine trees, and there every Saturday there is a three-hour walk. We were dressed in a casual way, at least money, but out of old habit - in our pockets we had our tried and tested “friends and comrades”. My grandfather is still “Walter” and traumatic, and George respected and adored his “handsome” - Polish “Vis-Radom”, an excellent, beautiful and trouble-free car of 9 mm caliber.

This is how they very interestingly resisted fascism during the years of occupation, these heroes of the Polish Resistance - Polish mechanics very cleverly served Stuki; . Here our scouts at the cost of life saved Krakow from complete destruction, and the Poles still hate us. As Marshal Rokossovsky clearly stated, being the Minister of Defense of Poland, “We have freed them from the oppression of occupation and they will never forgive us for this.”

But then our sad conversation about realities was interrupted by a low-pitched female laugh - in a small clearing near the fire two obvious students of about twenty sat with such great figures, very sexy in their bathing suits, and laughed. As it turned out, opening a bottle of wine, they managed to break it. But we always had with us our small flat flasks with excellent brandy - an echo of the remaining George ties in OBKHSS. So soon we were after a wonderful joint use of drinks - I had my cool and beloved “Dvin”, but George, as usual - “Ararat”, was half-dressed with clever hands of wonderfully drunk girls. Why is it wonderful? They were ready to the extent of use, as George joked - and drunk hard, but not out of the way. In pleportsiyu, as they used to say ...

The night passed perfectly, we embodied ourselves in three simply sweet calls - I personally finished my mouth and a soft, silky ass in one skillful mouth, and then I found myself between the legs of the second by morning. So soon, Zhora and I turned off almost completely - age, well, and overslept until lunchtime. Yes, when we washed and hung over the last drops of “Dvina”, then looking at each other, laughed out loud - we absolutely cannot go home.By the way, the girls left the tents, saying earlier that they were here all summer. but the money in our pockets was not a penny. Yes, there was a bit, so we were not very worried, but where are our "friends"? That money girls needed more - poor students! Our trunks were in place. But what pleasures they brought us in full - it is exactly and simply wonderful, we remembered all the details of our holy sin all day. But the years are not the same - now a week we will admire the girls only for the purpose of aesthetics! But we were wrong!

So we stayed here until the evening to come to our senses completely. I shot a fat hare, recklessly jumped right at us and we had a Lucula feast. And then I saw "this", stepping aside to cast. Calling George, I immediately and firmly assured him - this is a slightly fluttering, flickering bright spot of oval shape, so this is the so-called portal! Remember the report of our starley. who was in a parallel world, but which then was almost sent to an asylum because of this? This is the case!

George fired up to go into the world of the new and the unknown, but I cooled him with a stormy impulse a little - we will go there completely naked, the fabric of our clothes will decay instantly. But our weapon may well pass, oddly enough. Yes, there is also unexpected news - our slutty fairies returned! They are 20 years old, they have completed the third year of teacher training (they will be good teachers!), They borrowed money (three times ha-ha) to buy food and a bottle of liqueur. At night, their dexterous tongues and wonderful mouths brought our slightly tired “old friends” back to life and we again tried to get more joys of sex - when we come across such young and such glorious, well, such are just “good” girls.

In the morning they finally left, since we don’t have any money, and having conferred once again with George, we decided to risk it - how much of that life! We go to the portal, we go to the world of parallel reality, though becoming 30 years younger there! So I read in the annotations of one professor on the Theory of Strings, that portals into parallel worlds permeate our world. We'll see!

Before our transition, I read Zhora my unexpected impromptu, apparently from strong excitement it happened:

Well, that they can still cry poems,
Under the string and flicker wax candles.
Well, that among the angry elements,
We managed to keep our friendship together!