I worked in a nightclub DJ. One day a new waitress, Max, came to us. Well, Max is like Max, an ordinary eighteen-year-old. I met this Max to go a friend, the same young guy, as I seemed at all 16-17, I was surprised how the guard at all let him go, well, really on a small someone looks like. This friend was constantly sitting at the bar, drinking cocktails, chatting with the bartenders. One day, having drunk a lot of this "root" Max began to dive before me, order some songs, well really hindered working. Once again, not able to withstand the greed of this individual, I tried to explain as correctly as possible, that "another time and a fork in the eye or...". I say:

– Brother, you’re really about me #ball, you’ll come back again...

He interrupted me in half a word and with an offended face spoke:

I’m not your brother, I’m a girl.

“Okay, sorry, no hurt,” I say, a little oh#ev.

But the girl seems to be really offended, and I’m immersed in deep reflections about the wickedness of this sinful world and the ability of lesbian girls to disguise themselves as boys.

Well, a few days later it turned out that Max was not Max at all, but Nastya.