We have a Serovsky route in the region, the Yekaterinburg-Serov road.
In the middle of the route, an Azerbaijani built a cafe along the road.
His name is “U Sah+a” (without advertising). They often ate with
colleagues on the road to/from missions. The menu and quality of the meal.
Replaced in large quantities.
The cafe had a hall and a veranda, where it was very comfortable in the summer.
Eat and drink. There were three Ukrainians at the next table.
And by sight and by language it was hard not to understand who they were (therefore not yet).
I know how they got there.)
They turned out to be capricious donels, chased the waitresses, demanding everything and
and much.
At the edge of my ear I hear: Dipchina, let us drink your vodka. And we are calm.
We can drink independently. The cousin pulled them a litre graffiti.
and vodka.
The process went. But in the continuation of the banquet, one of them demanded
Call the owner.
In five minutes, an Azerbaijani man appears with a question in his eyes. Brother and
I mean, I’ve got a bit of a fool here, right? The owner nodded and replied,
I have two, Dwayne.
Take it here, I’ll choose.
After two minutes in the light of the veranda appear two mouths of beads, with
Big wet eyes with the words “Mououououououu.” The hooks stood up. The owner
This is a man, this is a man. Do not like? I can bring a bull.

They left very quickly, leaving a lot of teas.