Today at the supermarket watched a picture of two hoisters loading in the trunk of a service car five boxes of vodka, probably in advance preparing for the new year. There is a long history on this subject.

This was long before the Duma’s darmoids came up with a law banning the night selling of vodka and demolished all the small shops around the clock in each second yard. The New Year was celebrated in a small company at a friend's house. After the institute, they did not meet together for a couple of years, the main theme of the feast was "who, where, and how". Without regular toasts, of course, it did not work. We should have enough vodka. Only did not think that the girls too would drink white wine, for them was purchased wine. And the friends, after drinking a glass of wine, went with us on "50 grams", as a result, the reserves ended earlier than the calculated time, and the people demanded the continuation of the banquet. I, as the most sober, was sent for a supplement, a good drinker in front of the entrance across the road. I didn’t have time to cross the road, they arrived, the PPS patrol. Stopped next door.
Young man, get into the car.
All right, I got it. Although I am not shy, but it is still shy, and it is already being drunk in a public place. At three o’clock at night. In a sweater, without upper clothes. I did not take the documents with me. Either I will leave now with the money, or they will be taken to the department. Sitting up until the morning in the monkey didn't really want to, started to say something, say, a passport in the apartment, here, next door, go with me, I'll show you.
“Well, you don’t want to come to us, we’ll go out ourselves, you’ll be third anyway.
I now remember it with a smile, when one came out, and headed to my side, I, honestly, “settled for a point.” The smell of mint pepper clearly interrupted the smell of alcohol from me. When he stretched out my hand, I shrugged.
What is your name? Sergey Viktoric? The serpent, that is. I am Vasya, and this is Mika (names invented). Mech, that you have buried there, get it and get out faster, here the man will freeze.
Mika is out. With a bottle of vodka and a pack of paper cups. Take three cups, put on the car cap, pour a gram of one hundred and fifty. The meaning of what happened began to come to me.
Well, Sirog, with the New Year. Let us shrink!
They shook and drank. I thought they would propose another one, it went by a different scenario.
And now greetings. Sergey, look and repeat after us.
They take empty glasses for the throat, turn over, press, and shout: "with no-o-o go-o-o, with no-o-o go-o-o!" Cotton glasses fly away, sprinkling with the remains of vodka. I couldn’t break the glass, only smiled, apparently these ments have a lot of experience.
- Okay, Mick, pick up everything, we went to congratulate somebody else.

P.S I fulfilled my mission, my friends waited for the pledged banquet.