Serjik: When will we get all together?
Shall we sit and rest?
Serjik: How do you look at it?
Meskalin: I look at it with a close eye. The left eyebrow is lifted up. breathing is accelerating, more and more blood with oxygen comes to the brain. From a powerful and strong breath, they begin to swell into different sides of the nostrils... the lips gradually acquire the shape of a bow, resembling a smile. And each other!! The tip of the tongue suddenly rises up and a part of the upper lip is hidden in the uncharted depth of the mouth... different images begin to arise chaotically in the brain... the chest gets full of air... everything around for a few moments dies... and here, the chest begins to thinly descend, releasing air, which, lusting the wet lips with a pleasant vibration, turns into familiar words: “What kind of guy are you asking?” As if I ever refused!and "