Beginning of 2000. One day, my husband and I went to a cafe with live music. The location of this establishment was not the most prosperous. We are young students, slightly relaxed and in a good mood. We were lucky to sit in this cafe with two beautiful ladies. Overwhelming conversations and joint drinking of hot drinks, dancing under live music. Here my companion went out to smoke and came back quite overwhelmed. It turns out that the citizens came to him from the neighboring table (there were 5-6 young people) and very polite asked to pick me up and pull me out of the cafe, because of the fact. The girls looked at them, they sat down before and were going to meet them, but we broke them all the raspberries. Otherwise, the comrade and I were promised to break my legs, arms, and other outputting limbs. Retirement in good and healthy was not part of my plans, throwing out ladies or arranging a fight also felt meaningless. I walked to the musicians and asked to congratulate my comrade on the award of the extraordinary militia title and put a good song. As should have been expected, after congratulations from the chancellor, our loud cries of congratulations, the ringing of glasses, the hugs with the ladies (the ladies, by the way, were terribly delighted with the acquaintance with the organ workers), our offenders quietly rolled away. We spent the evening mentally and morally, getting acquainted with the organs, you know.



P.S After this incident, my comrade abandoned his studies and went to law. He has long and successfully worked on a new specialty, and our country has lost one engineer radio instrument maker.