In short, I have one good acquaintance. With money. A lot of countries have traveled around and have long obtained a hobby: bringing from different countries or even from different regions of the same country, collections (i.e. for sale on the shelf) or just to consume types of alcoholic products.

As a rule, these are small bottles of cognac or other alcoholic beverages of local production.

That is, not for the buyer, but purely for the collection brought (the bottles looked like a random photo from the post)



I was somewhere at her home. A really impressive collection. Bottles of different sizes, shapes and drinks. They are in a separate closet, behind the glass. She holeed and holeed them.

In general, those who have a hobby: you understand it very well.

Her hobby was 20 years old.



He also has a son. Who knew from childhood that touching these bottles is a terrible taboo. He did not touch them. So they lived.

But the son grew up and made friends. He started bustling, like many teenagers, during the transitional age. But I did not touch the bottles, because I learned already on the machine: touch and start the mowing machine.

And it would be nothing, but as if my acquaintance was not at home. He left for two days.

The son wasted no time and organized something like an insert in the house: a disco, a bucharest, a ugar.

Because of his age, he fasted and fell asleep.

Most of the guests continued.

The bowl was over and the young friends-idiots could not guess anything better than drinking collective bottles. Everything that was “used by unbearable labor” and “drawn” from different countries of the world was eaten by minors overnight.



In short, I have not clarified yet. But maybe in one of the local childhouses was a replenishment))