In 1991, I was at the wedding of a friend. It was held at the Slavic Bazar restaurant. One of the drinks was vodka and champagne. The people fought quickly. I remember having a long debate on political topics with the grandmother of the bride. She, as is the case for the older generation of those years, defended the Communists, and I, as is the case for the younger generation of those years, actively defended them and defended the “Democrats”. Then I remembered that it was like a struggle we had, though sharp, but as such decent.

The next day, when the wedding video was shown, it turned out that I, in a dress with a tie, with a completely messy look, stood above the table, in front of the poor woman who was stuck in the grandmother’s chair, and wrapped up with the tongue, but very loudly promise her to hang someone on the lanterns, and that “we’ll still deal with these fools.” The grandmother’s eyes are frightened, as at night in the street when the hooligans are attacked.



Also on the video were footage of how I handed meals in Kiev. I tried to recall how this happened, and there was some fuzzy memory that they were giving some cakes, and I was still surprised that something was rolling out of the cake on the side...



When I watched this video on the second day in the circle of guests and that grandmother, it was really embarrassing. It is good that the plans described above were, so to speak, not the main plot in that video...