Lera smiled slightly, glancing at the uninterested Vladislav. He looked at his friend indifferently, not sharing the delight.

- This should be noted, - Oleg took out a bottle of whiskey, which he brought along with the products. - Bulatov, just don't yell. Needed today!

He quickly took out three glasses and filled them with amber. Handed over to friends.

- Well, let's! The man raised his glass. - For the happiness of a young and not very young groom. Let everything be lucky!

Oleg and Lera connected the glasses and simultaneously looked at Vlad, who defiantly put the glass on the table. He sat down in a chair, looking...