It was in the distant Soviet times. Sochi workers fired from work

for drunkenness.

All-knowing colleagues told them that in Abkhazia, in the city of Gagra opened

A new restaurant, and there are musicians needed. When they arrived at the hearing,

were adopted

for work, with the provision of accommodation, food and other benefits.

The first day showed that here for the song are willing to give a "troika", and not

“Ruby” as at home.

And more orders. And the sea is warmer, and the fruits are hotter.

Not work, but a home of rest. And they decided not to “talk at all.”

At least at work...

It means “dive” into the buffet in secret from each other.

On the third day - two banquets, the "Bitcom" hall, all songs on order, and

They are constantly invited to the table. Gathered in the fist, they refuse.

“We don’t consume at the time of execution” and so on.

Red is like that.

The next day they come for lunch. They say to them, “You

The Director!”

Offers are coming. “Have you run yesterday? You were the first! half a silence.

Only only.” enter the office. Sitting the director, such a grey Georgian, angry

and silence,

Through their gaze. Waiting for a pause, he gives, gradually moving to the scream:



You are wild beasts! You are respected, all conditions!

Who are you like?! What do you think about Sibiu?!! Yesterday was a anniversary.

Dear Avtandil Apollonovich, and you tried to drink with him!!! such

I don’t need musicians.