The walk, softly speaking, was lengthy. When everyone got a drink from Vitalik, he wanted to eat, and as a result somehow unnoticed moved to the apartment of the girlfriend of Vitalik (she lives nearby). I sit in the kitchen and smoke. The girl-maid of the apartment comes in, followed by her boyfriend, already "no". She starts making coffee, gets more cookies, and so on. The guy looks at her, and suddenly gives out with a drunk and jealous voice:
I didn’t understand it, shit!! Why are you behaving so masterly here? How do you know where sugar and cups lie? Do you come here so often?! to
She is:
Nothing that I live here?
O O O O O!!! Which...?! to
This is my house, fool. We came here two hours ago.