The Kazakh wedding. Noisy and fun. Full hall of guests.

A man sits at our table. After a while, a beautiful girl approaches him, touches his shoulder and says something. The man stands up, embraces her, kisses her cheek and sits back at the table. The girl stared at him, then approached me. “It looks like a relative wants to say goodbye,” I think, I also get up, hug her, kiss her on the other cheek and sit down at the table. The girl now looks unhappy at me. I don’t understand why I didn’t please her. She approaches the third man at our table. He stands up and does the same thing as us. She is angry, shakes her hands and says something loud. We do not understand anything. “I was drunk. There will be a scandal," I think, and at this moment the music is shrinking, and she cries loudly to the whole hall:

Stop kissing me! One of you parked in front of my car. Remove her and let her go.