One day I invited friends.

I was about 16 years old. I went to school and drank beer. There was no one at home like me. It’s all the more interesting to go out on a cold street or in a dirty parade. came to me. Opened the beer. Conversation was engaged.

And my father came back to work much earlier than he should have. Clock for seven. 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 oatmeal and goot. I drank 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. The NAC had no such impressive stories. My dad told me one thing. 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.

In the end, my friends came to visit me. They were friends with Dad.