First was a cat. Just Nathan's cat, who loved salty cucumbers. Later, the cow took another animal. A lovely palace. A good dog, slightly smaller than an elephant. I called Irene. A blend of street blush with Saint Bernard. The eyes of the naïve girl and fall about from the suitcase..Since Nathanya was also a street-found man, they felt in each other a soul mate, then quickly made friends and gathered an apartment gang. I have never seen such friendship and mutual revenue between a cat and a dog in my life..Since Kostika had his own separate one-room apartment and the absence of a faithful one, all the holidays, theatrical sessions and other walks were arranged with him. The times then were stagnant, there were no special delicacies... They were gathered in a fold, in general, who would buy something, then they were cooked and consumed... The most common dishes at the time were salad, silk under the shoe and fried chicken (the imported corns, which were then recognized as poisonous and stopped bringing from beyond the ocean) and cooked potatoes. Dick, behold, this naked tailed four-legged shark was doing this. A mixture of a bulldog with a rhinoceros took under the table, occupying almost all the table space and quietly grabbed there trying to accidentally not stumble the guests' legs, and WAS waiting! His best friend, with a charming whisper from a built-in whisper, walked on the knees of sitting guests, rubbing with his wool ears and periodically looking out of the bench to get a small piece of snack or simply, to explore the situation. Nathan never failed. When the little one understood that the client had already matured, relaxed, consumed a sufficient dose of diluted alcohol "Royal" (there was actually no choice) and received a shock chemical dose of pear "Zukko" or worse - the terrible black-morning "Yppi", it put the command to action. Nathania stopped at the "client" on his knees, pulled his mouth out of the scarf and explored the situation. If the circumstances were favourable, then Nathan, clearly arranged by the movement of his leg, smelled the desirable piece of a humanitarian envelope from the plate directly into Irken’s pre-set suitcase. After that, with homon, grochot and gamma, this cavalcad went to the kitchen, where their joint feast took place. If the evening was successful and there were many guests, Irken dragged the chicken under the gas plate and the gang went to the second "affair", demanding the continuation of the banquet. And at night from the kitchen was a filled and joyful whisper of honest predators.