I met with my old friends, Andrei and Ilya.

We know each other from school. Somewhere from the institutional bench life began to spread in different directions. We never stopped communicating, but we rarely meet. Approximately once every three years.

We met in the pub. I drank a dark glass. We discussed matters and exchanged news.

The glass after the third Andrew was more serious. He put a glass on the table and said.

Guys, I have something to tell you...

Let us know that you are gay. We have known for a long time. Ilya smiled at him. I listened silently.

So, when did you know? Andrei was very surprised.

Remember we were sitting at Tolik seven years ago? You then ate, you were sick, and you did not remember a fig afterwards. So you confessed to us. And at midnight he complained how hard it was not to burn.

Fuck you guys. And you’ve known for so many years... And never... Fuck, you’re best friends.

When Andrew went to the toilet, Ilya turned to me and quietly asked:

Did you know?

and no.

“Muda,” coughed Ilya, “and I didn’t know.