— Adel, dear, we have a problem here: the guy needs his mood lifted. The bride ran off without a return ticket,— Mikhail puts down the phone and addresses his friends:— Brunette or blonde?
— A brunette! — Stepan insists.
— Or a blonde. And can we have two?
— Adi, our eyes went all over the place. Something special for the best friend. Oh! Do such things exist?
Mikhail returns to the guests: — They have a law-school student, an excellent student. Clear as a tear, brains in her eyes, a nut-like butt. She studied ballet. Either her, or two blondes. A virgin won’t work as a pair. She’s shy—he laughs loudly.
— Petya, you know Artёm best. A virgin or two?
— The student,— Pетр moves his hand, as if “let everything burn in fire.” — We chose the girl, Adi. Tie her up with a bow or put her in a box—laughing. — Yes, yes, it’s a gift, after all.