Two Moscow friends (DMD) rested in the glorious city of Ryazan.
The night. The Lenin Square. Drunk friends wanted paid love.
Go to the taxi driver (T).
DMD: Boss, can you suggest where you can buy a paid love in your city?
T: Here is the rookie rookie there stands, there is the grandmother sitting, she is in Ryazan here, she is in charge of everything.
DMD at Roosevelt: Dear, we would like to buy a paid love!
You would go to the postcard for that, idiots!