Rekken: My mom, working in Moscow, lived in the same room with a girl from sunny Kyrgyzstan named Gulya. A young man began to strike her. As a girl of the Mahomet faith, she could not begin to meet him without the blessing of relatives, and all that happened in Bishkek. Therefore, Gula decided to invite him to their apartment, so that the mommy, as a more experienced, would say her opinion. He came, pulling a bottle of expensive white wine, and my mother, white, by the way, can not tolerate (from where he had to know that), respectively, she pouches on herself, and therefore full of fusies, such as "Pay, son, sing." Not daring to refuse an older woman, a young hot Kyrgyz drinks a bottle, counts in one harry, and tries not to get messed away.
Gula: And how then?
Mother : No. He does not suit us.
Gula: But why then?
Mother: (dividing the hands) Alkas...