You spoke to me strangely that night. You turned the glass of vodka, drinking it, and pointed at me, looking me in the eye,
"Look, there have been days when my silence seemed a lie.
I can't hide it any longer. I don't know how well this could work in another period, but now, now it's not working. And I've started to like someone else. I'm sorry."
I looked you in the eye until you finished speaking and then walked over to the cash register to open another bottle of vodka. Pouring it into the glass without looking up , I spoke quietly:
"How long?" barbell.
You did not anticipate such a reaction. Expect insults, blows, maybe even tears. I came close to him and filled his glass. "It's Absolut Vodka, as we both like it, toast" you observed my normal and calm movements.
" For what ? "
"For an impudent like you" and I finally returned the glass.
