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The conversation has become more relaxed and frank.
– And how do you feel about the idea of ??playing a bottle? – offered Lyosha.
– How in student times? – Olya grinned.

“Well, let’s try,” I supported Lyosha, looking Nade in the eyes.
She smiled in response and nodded her head.
The first time the choice fell on Lesha.
It only remained to find out with whom he was to kiss.
All fascinated looking at the rotating bottle.
Nadia.
Nadia and Lyosha embraced and kissed in a hickey.
At the same time, Lyosha, absolutely not being ashamed of us, put his hand under his robe and began to knead the chest.
– Do you remember our conversation the day before yesterday, I asked quietly Olya.
– What are you talking about? – Do not you think that the guys want us? – Come on.
The next time it fell to kiss me and Nadia.
We left the table.
For a start, I wanted to just peck her on the lips, but in response, I felt a hot tongue in my mouth.
The member instantly became stony, and it was no longer possible to hide it with his pants.
“I see your mood has risen,” Olga joked, demonstratively hitting

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my risen flesh through my pants when I returned to the place.
A noticeably cheerful company settled down at the table.
We squeezed into empty seats and joined the conversation.
I peeked at Natasha, trying to guess from the face if she remembered at least something about the previous night or, like Olka, nothing.
However, the hangover suffering masked the rest.
The conversation was about the fact that for the final recovery it would be nice to melt the bath.
At the same time again the question arose with electricity, which still did not exist.
After a brief discussion, it was decided: to send Alik with Vitka for electricity, and Sasha and I got a bath.
Women will traditionally be engaged in kitchen affairs.
Sending an expedition to the transformer, we took a bath.
Seeing her, I instantly said goodbye to hoping to steam up there all together.

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The bath was microscopic, for two, and that without excesses.
But she was quickly overwhelmed.
Alik and his brother, however, returned even faster, but with bad news: they couldn’t cope with the breakdown with their own forces, something had come to a head and only the trained electricians could repair it.
And they, of course, will appear only after the holiday, which this year has fallen together with weekends already for three days.
As I expected, the bathing process did not bring anything interesting in terms of communication.
Well, except that steamed.
The girls managed to squeeze in three of them, and we walked in twos.
But there was no trace of morning sickness.
However, the “morning” – this is conditional.
Some all woke up around three.
And with all the trouble at the evening table sat down almost at night.
Which is also not entirely true, since the table was a small table in the corner, freeing up space for dancing.
The women insisted on this in one voice when they learned that an old-fashioned radio was lying around in the house, to which batteries from the TV remote were wonderful.
– Pour it! – Alik ordered, lighting the last candle.
Vitka poured, and women a little more.
Soldering, sly – I thought – I suppose I hope that something breaks off to him tonight.
Of course, at first, as usual, no one wanted to get drunk, but, again, as usual, for want of no other occupation, this is exactly what happened.
All plucked up again.
Alik and I went outside to smoke, and at the same time to get some air.
– Dim, what will we do next? he asked, dragging on.
– I do not want to drink more, but it will be like yesterday.
Yesterday everything just happened pretty well for you.
– I thought, and said aloud: – I do not know.
Humanity has been spoiled – there is no electricity at all – and we have a catastrophe.
Ancestors won a torch all their life – and nothing, they got along somehow.
– Well, duck tell me, what was their cultural program for the holidays? – grinned Alik.
I thought.
Nothing came to mind except the universal scenario: vodka, balalaika and choral folk singing.
– Hell knows.
– Here I am about the same.
Okay, let’s go to the house.
– Alik flicked a cigarette butt and turned to the door.
The house was already screaming radio.
Immediately near the door, in the dusk, Sashka and his wife depicted a dance, swaying uncertainly.
My Olka and Vitka were trampling near the table.
Natasha alone was bored on the couch.
Alik and I moved toward her when Svetkin heard a voice from behind: “Well, don’t, Sash!” The guys are watching! I turned around.
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