Peter instantly changed his face:
– SIP? My girl, why do you keep telling all our secrets like that?..
Nastya, without hesitation, threw a pillow at his head to Peter, he fell down on the lounger next to Stas.
– Vulgar! – she explained her actions.
Elegantly descended, Nastya turned to Nazar:
–I'll sit next to you?
– Please, Yes, please – said a new passenger.
Nastya sat down next to Nazar, pouring wine into glasses.
"Let's have a little," he suggested, setting the bottle aside.
The clink of glasses rang in the compartment. The first estimated Peter:
– Not bad, not bad at all.
– Well went, – supported Stas.
Nastya stretched pleasure.
– I've never tried anything like it. Where did you get this work of art? she said, turning to Nazar.
The answer was slightly unexpected:
"It's a gift, I don't know where it's sold or sold. I think it was a private collection.
Peter, rethinking what he had heard, took a fresh look at the remains in the glass:
Wow and you have not regretted this exclusive random passengers?
– Random? No, I'm inclined to believe that coincidences in life does not happen, – said Nazar.
– Sensible! – biting, put his contribution Stas.
Nastya was curious:
– Why did you get such a rare souvenir?
– And who? Peter added.
Nazar appreciated the interest and, smiling, replied:
I'll tell you.
The companions rubbed their hands in anticipation.
– But first on the second! Peter cried out ahead of the story.
Nastya sighed, looking disapprovingly at Peter. Nazar pour into second and began his story:
"Yes, it's a matter of chance. I was in the right place at the right time. I went to Krasnodar on other business, and common interests led to an interesting acquaintance. A Georgian, who speaks excellent Russian, invited me to celebrate his birthday. He has lived for many years in Krasnodar, relatives send him all sorts of Goodies from the Motherland, of course, wine too.
He has a big family, a wife of six children, a house full of guests. They like to walk in a large group, this is not a Russian sabatucci.
– Yes, heard, bumped into the story of Stas, twisting in the hands of his still almost full glass.
– Don't interrupt, I wonder! – Nastya was indignant, looking at Stas.
Nazar continued:
– The situation turned out quite banal. While the guests were distracted by the parents, one of their children fell from the roof.