When the order was brought, I understood why Sergey was so worried about the appetite of the future girl: all the dishes on the table were so satisfying and fatty that if I were on a diet or eat only grass, like a goat, I would salivate and chew the tablecloth nervously.

"Are you sure you don't want anything stronger than juice?"

- Exactly. Such a heat on the street, and we still planned to take a walk.

- Are you afraid that hops will hit your head?

- I'm afraid, to be honest, - I kept silent about the fact that it could become elementary bad, and then I...