At one time, a very long time ago, I worked in the subway, worked mostly at night and therefore there were very different people, the main contingent on weekdays is the Bombay, who buy permissible potatoes small and eat it all night, but they still driven out and later for them the food was only for delivery, so here, one night in the cafe comes typical such a bombage and asks for a tomato from me, well that he sooner left, this tomato he got and safely removed, the next day, and it was Friday, he comes in, with guitar and rose, in the cafe there was a lot of people and here he gives the rose first hit the girl, and the knight, and begins to play that type.

In Vladivostok, in the centre.

There is a cafe and there is a serege.

The Great Man Who Gave Me a Free Tomato

He feeds the Godfather.

And it's all a characteristic baritone in the style of Vysotsky, I just couldn't listen to it for laughter.

Soon the cafe self-liquidated for violation of the rules of the franchise.

So a year later, I’m on the bus and I see him, he seems to recognize me too, and just raises his fist and knocks himself on his chest, then raises him up and says

Congratulations to Serena

I just did the same, he smiled and went out, and my friends now think I’m a friend of all the Bohemians of Vladivostok.