And once again in the shelter with the comrade, they stumbled, and the money was scratched only on a bottle of port wine:) and it is shameful to buy it))) we come to the store, the wolfman says - please a bottle of port wine for the teacher)) the seller, showing on normal wines - so can you something more expensive? I rushed - no no no no, you understand the teacher is very strange and asked for the bottle of the cheapest port wine))
The seller understood, smiled, and got a drink. I (dramatic whisper) – do you have glasses? 2 cups for the teacher 😉
Two years have passed, he says, he's still there))