I have a friend. A creative man, who has mastered the saxophone, plays decently (i.e. I am interested in music.) We work in one company, in different departments. He is a public relations specialist. Recently returned from Khanty-Mansiysk, there were held solemn events to award the leading oil offices of the district. Next is his story:
In the evening, at the hotel, I go to the restaurant. A group of foreigners. Without a translator, they let him go - late already... I am bored, I approached them, met them. They were like musicians. I’m bad in Agly, they’re even worse in Russian. Well, they stunned... beer and vodka... First they communicated with gestures, then it went somehow. Great such men, even photographed... at night they gave up - like late, it was time to sleep... Goodbye, they left. I go to the bartender: - "What is the ensemble?" Barman: - "Deep Purple...."...