I am standing with my brother in the evening, under the lamp near the house and stealthy looking around drinking sprite from the bottles (both are very beloved and both have such an allergy to him). Next to my feet is a modest bag with 5 liters of beer. Suddenly, from the darkness, mints on the bobos come out, see us encrypting, rejoice terribly about this and already scratching the pocket in anticipation of money itching to us. The following dialogue follows:
What do citizens violate? Drinking in public places?
We are: Boss, it’s stop!
(Ment takes the bank and tries)
Definitely stop.
And here the brother-in-law, as it were all, complacently and pleasantly assembled, attributes "only to the wives do not say! Do not speak!"
Absolutely upset Mint dismissed with the words "Lord, where does Russia go?"