Cocktail.Jazz-fest.Gathered in the evening for a concert.They took food, drinks and watermelon with them.But on the way it was torn down.As a result of which a small crack was formed on it.Later we met the Kievans (we ourselves from Donetsk), who offered us to drink a chacha with them:
Q: Do you have breakfast?
I: There is an arbus
Is there a knife?
Why a knife?
With these words, I grabbed the watermelon and broke it into two parts.For twenty seconds they were silent and looked at the watermelon, then at me.