It happened in Moscow ten years ago.

I go down the street, somewhere in the area of Kiev. And I notice that in the ark of the house two men are fighting against each other.

I listen to. the buchy. One wants to go somewhere, the other stops him. And for a moment:

I look at them, the one who goes somewhere, looks across the street:

I thought you called me to drink vodka, not fuck!

And then another man, a healthy one, notices that I became an involuntary witness to a love drama. and pause. and silence. Our views met. I accelerated the step. He is his))

Do not talk to strangers!