In prehistoric times, once a year he flew to the "cradle of democracy" to the most important industry exhibition CEDIA. After the next exhibition, I decided to arrange a mini-off. Especially when it coincided with my birthday. Prior to receiving approvals from his spouse, he changed tickets a week later and fell to a childhood friend. We went to kindergarten with him in one pot, and then until 7th grade we beat off the humpot. They even took care of the twins. Such are we friends.

A friend of childhood changed Nevsky to Brooklyn and worked in the same specialty as Peter - a accountant.

But it is not about this my story.

We decided to dress up in wood for a farewell evening. But not ordinary at home (as was dressed before, under the dissatisfied eyes of his wife), but in the restaurant. A Japanese sushi bar. Gather rolls, sushi and let’s throw the sack. Then smoothly moved to the neighboring Irish music pub, where they finally ate the music of some local folk collective.

Time is far beyond midnight (well, I have a plane tomorrow evening), both completely on my eyebrows. Let’s go, I sing a little quietly. Nearly no friend. Pulling the cops. K = Copy, D = friend, I = I

K: “Hello guys! How are you doing?”

I said, “It’s all fine sir. We go home!”

Q: Will you definitely come? Can I help you?”

I am stressed, because in my homeland communication with cops never leads to anything good.

“Girls, can you take us? Or I’ll fall under the bush now.”

I said, “Are you crazy, idiot?! to

K: “No problem though. What is your address?”

At this moment, my friend is completely upset. I call the address, they help to sit down the body, I also sit down. I think, right now to the monkey and bring it.

One of the cops stretches me two bags with the words, “If you suddenly need it. followed by his friend.”

In general, they brought us fully and safely to the address.

I: “Sorry, I’m from Russia, it’s unusual for me that the police take me home. Is it accepted so?”

K: “I’d better take you home than I’d do your body or robbery afterwards. And in general, thank you to the Russians, how you started to settle here, black (yes, shit, he just said that - black!) They leave and the area becomes quiet. It is easier for me, a white man, to reassure two drunken Russians who are cleaning each other’s faces without crossing the boundary, than to reassure one dumb nigger with a gun behind his mushroom.”