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Never talk to terrorists.
I talked with Roma Lahman. Already in apogee, somewhat unnoticed,
It was within walking distance of his home. Roma says
“Let’s go to me, I have somewhere there a tequila for a paddle.”
I did not want. Roma has a wife at home, Marinochka, big loud
A gorgeous man of bad temper. He calls Rome “Mr. Lohman” when
In the mood. When there is no “Lohman monster”. All friends are bombs, all
The girls are pale, and Roma herself is an irreparable mistake of her lost wife.
of youth.
Okay come here. In the corridor with a garbage bag. Lohman, throw it out
The rubbish.” Roma in response “Marinochko, how do you meet the guests?”
Not that anymore. And the arguments. Word for word, the Marinoch took "which
The guests, Lohman Go in the mirror and look at yourself!”
And we looked in the mirror, and passed into the kitchen quietly, sat down. Roma is
I got the tequila, the drink, the lemon. Marina Tequila from the table.
“Look, you are not tequila, alcoholics, bastards, fools, until the garbage is gone.
You will throw it out!” And thief in Romin very Jewish nose his very hollow.
The cookie.
And Rome is silent and looks at her sadly. The marine took it. The drunk...
Like the earth... and your friends... in the house with a ball... at least once
None of my dishes... no penny... look at what I am going in... nail to kill... one idiot
My mother said to me, “Finger on finger, how stupid I was.”
Rome is silent. And I too, of course. Everyone jumped, picked up that rubbish and
Every time, Rome quietly took me by the sleeve and sat back.
And Marinochka in one harry is hard to squeeze, and she is periodically upset.
He goes to Rome, “Why are you silent, shit? Nothing to say, right?
“Nothing?” and then on.
Rome is silent. Once again, the Marines threatened.
With a rhetorical question, “Why are you silent, shit? Nothing to say? Tell me
Anything, Jewish face!” Roma, looking at her with sad eyes,
He said, “Magician, you know that we, the Jews,
We do not conduct international peggogists. Take a tequila.”
He kept silent again, sitting in the refrigerator.
The right tactic brings the right outcome. In five minutes.
The terrorists reduced demands and partially released the hostages.
I do not remember further. I woke up the next day at home, in my bed.
At the other end of Moscow, tightly compressing a bag of garbage in Marinochkin’s hand.