A wise man said that happiness is when you wake up on a Monday morning, look at your alarm clock and realize you can sleep a few more hours.
But I learned what Absolute Happiness is.
The alarm clock rings, I usually get up, I go off. I have already decided by habit what to wear, what to wear. I only notice an unusually strong alcoholic taste in my mouth and a stirring desire to fall dead. I hear the sleeping voice of my wife:
“Andrei, you fucking, where did you go this Sunday morning?