While studying in the universe, he sometimes bombed at night and, in order not to get bored, took one of his friends with him. One night we go out with a friend and see a man voting at the stop. I stop and ask where he is. A man drunk, but not in shit, calls the neighboring metro station. Assessing the condition of the passenger, I call the price of 300 rubles, I am ready to drop to 200. "Okay, - suspiciously easily agrees the man and the eagle into the nearest bushes, - Valera, sit down, we went!" From the bushes comes Valera, due to the severe degree of intoxication, hereinafter called the Body. The man sits the Body on the back seat, pays off with me, gives a promising suggestion: “Valera, don’t blame!” And we are going on our short, but emotional and odor-filled journey. All 10 minutes of the way, the body told something about the difficult fate of the car service slug, diagnosed the car (this is Ziguli - there is something grimps all the time) and unbearably smelled of drunk alcohol-containing liquids.

Naturally, when Body left the salon, I turned to inspect the rear seats and found on the floor a note worth 1000 rubles.

I have to give it, I said.

Are you completely squeezed? ! to My girlfriend was surprised. That is a coward!

Well and what? It’s not my money, I have to give it back. Do you see where he went?

That, fucking, a thousand rubles, you earned less in the whole night. And he will scratch them anyway. Where to look for him now? ! to They tried to shake me for a moment, but unsuccessfully. “Blacha, I’ve gone somewhere for those shells,” said Natasha and went to look for the Body.

A few minutes later, she said, “Are you happy? ! to I am carrying your grabbed knot at night among the larvae!” “Get stuck! Get stuck!” I was able to think, but a body came out of the dark. Loudly and obsessively expressing his gratitude, the Body splashed on the back seat: “Are you, fucking, serious? Did you give me the money I lost? ! to Are you completely moved? Fuck, I’t remember them! No guys, you are honest! It’s cool, hold it up!” “My body put a thousand rubles in my hand, thought for a second and, having overcome some doubts about our mental abilities, added to it another 500 rubles, then got out of the car and fled in the dark. “To shake!” My friend said.

Hopefully, Valera did not regret afterwards that he "doed" drunk. I did not regret.