My cousin brother came to me at the country, only meat was removed from the mangal and there was the sound of his scooter.

I ate 3 shampoos of meat (I said the meat was rough and tried to teach me how to marinate meat)
He drank three and a half beers (drinking and saying that Jigulevsky is full and he doesn’t drink)
The type he would never have taken (I understand that the accent is not the top of the Korean automotive industry... but in the summer of 30 he is running on a scooter to the scratch)
He found a bottle of vodka in the refrigerator and drank it in one face.
Until 4 a.m. he did not sleep... he sang songs in the courtyard, swallowed on his wing and fell asleep in a sun lounge on the street...


In the morning we got up, cleaned up the wing, closed the house, plunged into the car and left.
Before that, I personally ate a piece of gas on his scooter.



It is.
9 km to the city, 15 km to his home.