I was invited to my birthday at the pizzeria. The table is covered, everything is beautiful, but for alcohol in the menu only vodka, beer, wine and champagne. A friend of the nominee says that she drinks only a certain type of cognac, the rest can be bad for her. A friend gives me money and asks me to go to the supermarket, buy this same cognac, pour it into a plastic bottle (so that in the cafe they don’t argue about their diarrhea alcohol) and bring it back to the pizzeria.

I take the money, buy a cognac and a bottle of cold tea in the supermarket, go out and begin to spill the content near the bench. A woman passes by and asks with a smile:

“Are you also at the parental meeting?”