A friend wrote yesterday. His colleague at the end of the week was in Chelyabinsk on a business trip, lived in Radisson. On Thursday morning, he leaves the room, calls the elevator, he arrives, and in it - the idol of millions Sergey Shnurov. A colleague in deafening from the meeting with the star found nothing better than why to ask "In Peter drink?" To which he immediately received in response another quote in the performance of the author from the song "Drough" - "Hey fuck!"