Recently there was history. One evening, during a date on the square, my girlfriend reports that she has long liked another young man and our relationship no longer makes sense. After a short conversation, she leaves, and I, since I’ve gotten out of everything, decide to stick to the robbers sitting on the nearby bench. Either I will be angry, or I will be beaten, which is more likely, at least it will be easier.
Oh you fools! Why did they disperse? You who are in the hat, come here!
I expect further action on their part. One of them approaches me and says:
Do not play you. It will be Nishchikovsky. With everyone happens, you will find yourself a better girl.
He gives me a bottle of beer and goes back to his. Standing for a couple of seconds with a stinking look, I think it can be for the better. And brewing a slice of the gifted drink I step towards the house.