Zhenya slapped her forehead with her palm and giggled:

Work will find you everywhere.

Maybe they won't see us? I don’t want the whole ministry to discuss the drinking head of the department later.

“You might think they are picking flowers here,” the friend snorted and laughed.

“Maybe the wounds are being treated?” Heartfelt, I said.

We laughed together. Belatedly, it dawned on me that this should have been done quietly.

- Yaroslav the Wise, is that you? Zhenya's cheerful voice flew up to us. “I did not expect to see Your Excellency here.

“Just like I didn’t think that I would meet such an elderly person here, Comrade Petrosyan,”...