In spite of the fact that my friends saw a heightened danger in me, they did not stop inviting me to "beer". And now, on the weekend, we gather in our pub, where we had more than one year of rest. After the fifth glass was not even bad at all. Prank jokes, I remembered a ridiculous joke and my friends gaggled for a long time over my sharpness, which attracted the attention of a more sedate public. We began to make comments and even shame. One of my friends, Grisha, looking suspiciously at others, kindly but confidently said:
- I shit on all.

At this time I poudnoud loudly, but in the corner of a beer someone moved the table and everyone thought it was coming from there. I had to fart again. But the table again rustled, a scuffle was brewing there. Friends rode with laughter, especially Grisha. He even squatted and grabbed his stomach. In short, four vodka bottles drunk and a certain amount of beer made themselves felt. The men with circles were up, obviously, everyone, interested in a fight in the corner. And there already started dragging each other by the collars. It seems that the train reached and the fighters, because they began to accuse each other of being crap.
- What is imposed? - shouted one.
- Himself freaking out - answered the second.
- Gavnuki - insulted both third.

From this scuffle became even fiercer. The smell obviously cheered them up. But then the guard ran in and waving the stun began shouting threats of fighting. Grisha, turning pale and twisting his lips, shied away from the shocker who flew in front of his nose. I, toli not controlling myself from vodka, frightened toli, again loudly released the gin. The guard turned to see what had happened and caught the wave. He felt bad. He missed the shocker and swayed, bent down to pick it up. At this very moment, Grisha slapped the guard with a tasty asshole. It turns out that Grisha could not get rid of the guard, who with his hundred and twenty kilograms stepped on his leg.
The guard stretched out on the floor to the applause of my friends and the enthusiastic, victorious cry of Grisha.

But who would have thought that the servant in the pub had accomplices who came down on Grishan and wanted to blow him off. But they did not take into account the possibilities of our friendly team for defense and worthy resistance. Makhalovo turned out glorious. One of the opponents even got a serious poisoning when he came under my next bunch.

We spent the end of the day in the monkey camp. The policeman on duty wrote something for a long time and didn’t want us to answer the question why we were detained.
Soon the head of the department arrived, to look at the bad guys. Well, what are we bullies comrade lieutenant colonel?
And the palan, in the meantime, with a clear drill voice, asked:
- Who is the instigator? Admit it.

I didn’t want to be the instigator at all, but the hop has not left me yet and I said to my lance:
- Mr. General. It's because of me. If I hadn’t let out a genie, then your ... you ... you, didn’t have to be pulled out for a day off from the house. Excuse us, please.
The “General” in the rank of lieutenant colonel, obviously with a sore asked:
- Well, how did you let out this gin?
I was swinging, but I concentrated and slowly straining, made a loud pern. Then I heard the cheering of friends and the cry of the palkan to the attendant:
- Windows, windows open. And then we explode. All fine for hooliganism and ass them. Running, faster.

Five minutes later we were on the air. When walking down the street, they saw the owner of our beer that closed the blinds:
- A hooligans. I wrote this that I have no complaints. And why should I lose such a clientele. Maybe go. Will detain release? - He said, but we already had enough impressions.