A small coffee shop in the car shop. Cigarettes, juices and water.
I sit and drink coffee.
Behind the sturdy, cute, thick blonde Learcher, slightly over thirty.
A small row, a person six, seven, all try to fool the banal jokes with the buffet. Andryusha, my good acquaintance, in the past a military (working for the third day), comes in, sees the turn, apologizing passes to the stand, says to the buffet: "Silver!", and stretches the table, and looking around it, passes a package of "Parliament" with the words: "Here is a man, briefly and clearly." Andryusha thought a little, looked around Lerochka carefully, and said, "At eight!", without thinking, "At nine!".
In short, Andrew arrived the next morning satisfied and late.

by losfromspace