End of the day shift, through the courtyards sneaking in the direction of the base - that day we were lucky, changed in the first wave.

On the playground, chickens, oil painting: children play in the sandbox, next to their parents (as it turned out later) with a beer, cigarettes and other rave.

We are exchanging glances with our partner, reading each other in the eyes of a shota like "not well, ze vzhe vopshe. ", Park.

I approach the company:.

- Good evening! Інспектор Коряк, патрульна поліція Києва.

- Dramatic.

- Shanovnі, hіbа not соромно? Rozpivaete at children, on Maydanchik.

- And you, that's it, did you see what we drank?.

Ah, got it. Well, ok, let's play this game:.

- nі, I especially did not bachiv yak vipili, or the axle sits sitting, the axis of you standing on the beach.

- AND THEY ARE NOT OURS! !! !! (. Smile. Ook, the next move) - is not it yours? (I strain my face, even sorting my lips with a puzzled look) - AND FROM THIS - NOT OURS! (They are already laughing openly) WE HAVE COME AND THEY HAVE ALREADY STANDED, YYYYY - I'm you zrozumiv. You will not zaperechuvati. (I take all these longers and beer, pour into the grass).

Vizh rozumiєte - here the child maidanchik. Дітки бігають, граються. And here is alcohol. Do not let God, ditin vkutne - otruetsya. Good for you, wait!.

I probably never saw such a cocktail of pain and hatred in the eyes of people. I thought and I will not reach Prius - I will fall struck by lightning))) The editorial staff of the site is not responsible for the content of blogs. The editorial opinion may differ from the author's.

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