Sanya refused, and I pulled him by the sleeve.

- Daragaya ... - I hiccupped, and staggering, looked at my faithful. - I did not bother you? This is my friend ... Sasha!

- Met already! - Nata frowned at me.

- Yes?! - I thought hard. - Ah, well, to the point ... send us to the kitchen ... even though we have a drink on our ryumash ...

I went to the kitchen dragging on the trailer Sanya. We came to the kitchen and I immediately poured vodka in piles. I thought and remembered - I need another pile - for my wife. Getting up from the table was lazy, and I poured her a glass.

- Miilayayayaya! - I stretched to the side of the hall. - We are waiting.

Sasha tried to whisper something, but I did not want to listen to him and waved him away.

- Daragaaaayayayaya!

- What are you yelling ?! - Natasha looked into the kitchen. - The time is twelve hours. You will awake neighbors.

- Aaaaaa ... Tada we tiiiioooo. - I whispered conspiratorially. - Well, have a drink ssss nammmmy one. Inconveniently somehow.

Sasha picked up the pile and stared at my wife, waiting.

Natasha squeezed her lips and extended her hand:

- Come on. One and calm down. Enough for you.

My friend and I nodded vigorously with our heads. The world spun again. I barely opened my eyes and slowly, so as not to splash, I handed the glass to my wife.

- You are crazy? - Nat stared at the glass poured to the brim. - Where so much ?!

- For dragovayaa gooosti! To the dregs!

We synchronously drank with a friend. The wife tried on for a long time, sighed, looked at me angrily and then still mastered the glass in one gulp. Then she immediately grabbed a piece of sausage from the table, and, waving a hand at me, went into the hall.

Thirty minutes later our conversation with a friend came to a dead end. We sat stupidly, propping our heads with our hands, and were silent. I got up first:

- Come on to become ...

Sasha hardly focused on my eyes.

- SchA ... - I moved into the hall. - Dorogaaaayayayaya ... Sasha buys with us to spend the night sennnya ... bed emmmma in the hall ... horror, bunny?

Natasha said nothing and I went back to the kitchen.

- This beam, Sanya!

After a couple of minutes, I heard my wife slam the mezzanine, taking out a set of bed linen, and then went to the bathroom. Soon, from there, she went straight into the bedroom.

- Pashshhli Sanya, ik, sleep ...

- Let's go!

I led him into the hall, turned off the lights and turned on the floor lamp. We jointly bedded a friend on the couch, and I went to bed with an unsteady gait. However, as soon as I undressed and lay down, I was impatient in the toilet. I had to somehow get up. Walking back, I noticed that Sanya was sitting on the couch with his eyes closed. Well, you never know ... probably it doesn’t matter how he feels. Himself the same, that really there. Lay down in bed. He closed his eyes - and it feels like everything is spinning around. I wish I could fall asleep faster. Lucky wife is already sleeping. I lay still for some time trying to sleep. Suddenly I hear - in the hall rustles strongly. Sanya something does not calm down. Here again, rattles something. We must get up. I hardly get up and go to the gym and catch the Sanya, who unsuccessfully tries to get into the leg with his leg.

- What are you, Sanya?

- BUT? - Sasha turns to me.

- Where are you going? - I whisper. - Why are you not sleeping?

- Yes, I will ... go Leh ...

- Where are you going to go? Do you know how much time?

- Do not ... I will go better ... - Sanya finally gets into the second leg.

- Yes, you sbrendil quite! - I sit next to a friend on the sofa. - Where are you going? What for?

- I need an old man. - Sanya is drunk drunk. - Really needed.

- Yes, where? Tell me really?

- Well this is ... to the hotel ...

- Fucked up. - I can not stand. - What the fuck hotel? Buses do not go already! Get some sleep!

- Yes, I can not! - raises the voice of Sanya. - I need!

- What can't you do? Explain properly!

- Babu want! - hiss in my face Sanya. - I do not eat more than half a year! I thought I would come to you, sit a bit, and then to the hotel. And there I’ll have to hang out with someone.

- Yes, you persecute! - I break into a drunken smile.

- Nihuya. - Sasha says gloomily and, raising his jersey, demonstrates his riser. - I can not fall asleep. I'll go...

- Sanya! Stop it! - I tried to be convincing. - Are you going to climb the first whore? Be patient the night. Tomorrow we will go to the cafe in the evening, pick someone up.

“Don't ...” a friend shook his head. - I can not old man. Already the eggs begin to hurt.

- Here you are fucked insane. - I laugh. - I will find out. I saw a skirt - do not calm down until it climbs on it.

- Yeah. - Sasha smiles weakly. - Do you have any neighbors or acquaintances nearby?

- Yes, you persecute really! If there were, not at two in the morning! Let's go and have a drink. Till morning you will suffer. And in the morning, all right, ask for my own - first walk with you. Let's look for you chick. I have one in mind.

- Yes? - Immediately interested friend. - What the hell?

- Yes, there is a nearby ... divorced. Lonely And trouble free!

- Did you blow her down? - Sasha's eyes lit up.

- Sanya, hush! - I squinted at the bedroom door. - For one such talk my wife will hurt me!

At that moment the bedroom door opened and I became cold. Did she hear everything?

A wife came out into the corridor, and without even looking in our direction, she walked towards the toilet. I exhaled slowly ... damn it, even sobered up a bit.

- Sanya, that's all, we start with these conversations!

- Why? - a friend stared at me with drunken eyes.

- Do not play the fool!

In the corridor, the switch clicked, and his wife unsteadily walked back into the bedroom.

- So ... well, let's go? - Sanya looked at me and smiled.

- Where the fuck are we going? Sleep now...

- Nah, - Sasha leaned on my shoulder and started to get up, - you talked about the chick. Come on. I really need a friend!

- Sanya, fuck your mother! Hush!

- Stop it! - Sanya got up and looked at me, smiling. - What are you ssy. I had to tell everything to my wife, she would understand.

- Nifiga! And generally let's stop about it!

- Fool you Lech. Though my friend ... but a fool. - Sasha slowly rocked and raised his finger, preparing to express a clever thing. - Want to open a secret?

- What other fucking secret ?! Let's lie down!

- Come, better drink! - Sasha aspired to the kitchen.

“It’s better to drink it, and then disconnect, than go somewhere for a night looking. “- I think.

“Okay,” I say, “let's go.”

As quietly as possible we pass into the kitchen. On the table, everything is as left. Conveniently. Pour and drink. What we are doing.

- So Lech, - Sasha raises his finger again, - there is one secret ...

- Ooooh ... Oh, for my own!

- You listen! And remember! - Sanya waving a finger in front of my nose. - You do not know. That's why the girls never pecked at you.

- Yes, really straight. - His words got me a little hooked. - I had adventures without your help.

- Yes? - Sanya grins. - The divorce one? Slut hike. Did you dry her?

- Why is this a whore? - I was surprised. - Anyway, what's the difference?

- So I did not dryuil. I was not mistaken. - fairly concluded Sanya, and poured another half a glass. - Whore. Who else is she, if she gives to a man she sees for the first time? And if you were blowing her, I wouldn’t offer you ... I would have promised the maximum to introduce my friend ...

- You understand a lot! - I was offended.

But the most annoying thing was that he spoke as it was. How can that be?

- I something? I understand! - Sasha drank, and continued with a contented look: - You just do not know the secrets ... but I'm with you, so be it, share.

- Come on ... come on ... - I was determined. - State.

- All women - they want to spend money! - thoughtfully spoke friend, holding up a finger.

- What do you mean! - I am amused.

- Yes! And you did not know! I am talking about this ...

- Yeah, where am I?

- I'm serious Lech. You do not pout. - Sasha peacefully raised his palms in front of him. - Why am I always kadril them all? Because I know about it. Every woman wants. And he wants a lot! Just shy and slow down .... Read more →