“I’m always ready to eat,” he reported jokingly.

“To eat, you need to buy food and cook it,” snorted her friend.

- And why do you need us? Move faster.

Misha chuckled softly, and Zhenya pierced Kirill with a playfully menacing look.

- Now someone will cook for himself. I hope we don't have to pay for the junk burned in the fire later.

Jokingly snapping, we headed to the nearest supermarket. We scored a lot of food, but, given the appetites of the guys, it promised to end tomorrow. Our culinary art with Zhenya was limited to pasta with sausages. We ate a modest dinner merrily, joking and laughing...