Sex pistols live at winterland 1978.

Sex pistols live at winterland 1978.
So I thought Seryoga, and did not tell me yesterday that Nastya would meet me, ah yes Gray, that he had told me several tables at the bar, and also woke me up by a call in the middle of the night, but the words.
“Okay, I’m in the shower.”
After some time, when I came out of the shower in a bathrobe, I found that a coffee table, a bottle of wine, fruit and something from snacks were covered in the hall.

– And what Seryoga, has not yet risen? – He called, said that he would pick us up after a couple of hours, something there in the bar is not ready yet.
Nastya said, but at the same time looking away.
– Maybe while we sit have a drink here? – Yeah I do not mind.
I replied, just change.
“Why can you sit in your dressing-gown?”
Without forcing myself to persuade, I sat at the table, opened the wine, and pouring it into glasses, bent a little more than was necessary.
The floor of the dressing gown parted bare my feet, almost to their base.
Nastya shot a glance and immediately took it away again, I felt the inconvenience of adjusting his villages so that this would not happen again.
– Well, for what we drink? – I asked.
– As for what, for your freedom.
Nastya replied, taking a sip.
For a while we sat in silence.
– Zhen, why did you stand up for me then? “Well, you know, any guy would do the same in my place.”
– and all? – She asked frustrated.
– Well it.
I was timid as a boy.
– Well! – Nastya I liked you, but even if it were not for this, I would have stood up anyway.
– OK.
Then the next glass for brotherhood? – No problem, and you are not afraid? Sex pistols live at winterland 1978.

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