One day we went to our distant relatives for a wedding. My brother was then unmarried, and for some reason his freedom did not give peace to women, our relatives. But Artem developed an antidote to encouraging him to introduce him to the girl, rightly believing that he himself could find a couple, and stumbled over attempts to marry him.

In general, we came to the wedding, and plant Artem next to a girl whose figure resembles a monument (kg 150). The girl begins on the move to build eyes on my cousin, who does not react but understands that the evening was lost to him.

The girl, in an attempt to capture Theme’s attention and hint that Thema should take care of her:

Young man, could you do me a favor?

Arthem and Hmuro:

Just a ritual.



The flirt is over.