One day I invited friends.

We were about 16 years old. I went to school and drank beer. I had no one at home. Everything is more interesting than hanging out on a cold street or in a dirty parade.

come to me. Opened the beer. Conversation was engaged. And no matter what, my father came back from work much earlier than he should have been. Clock for 7.

The father bluntly nodded his head. Beer was not approved. But he decided not to take educational measures. On the condition that we drink only one bottle and sit like adults – without the eagle and the goot. He took a cup of tea and sat down with us.

The conversation did not fade. And the father told the story of how he fought with the Uzbek in the army.

We did not have such impressive stories. My dad told me one more. As a young man, he mistakenly smoked marijuana and ran in the elevator.

On the dessert, the father told about how in his childhood lost in the taiga and ate protein.

My friends visited me several times. We were already friends with Dad.