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“Marie, where is my car?” I see Vova’s a frightened look. “What do you mean, ‘where’? It’s at the parking lot.”

“Holy fuck, how did we drive back? Did we sleep together? I don’t remember a shit.”

“Come on, dear. Too many questions, but you drank clearely too much. We didn’t sleep for sure, since I don’t take advantage of drunken men,” I cheerfully wink at him.

“To the point. We were drinking at Alya’s birthday party, then you realized it wasn’t enough, and after yours ‘We’re gonna sort it out,’ we went to your “chicks” at the Pole Dancer. On our way, we were stopped by the police and quickly changed our places so that they didn’t see you being drunk as skunk. When they approached, you showed them your ‘Soldier of Liberty’ ID and I was driving us from that point on. All the chicks at the bar counter in the club were drinking at your account and then you switched off right there at the counter. I laid your unconscious body over my tender shoulders, since hardly was there anyone willing to help, and dragged you home. Somewhere in the middle of the stair case you woke up and started shoving and resisting because of: ‘I haven’t sung my song yet.’ Therefore, I had to call for a sober driver and, after all, by way of tenderness and persuasions, I brought you home. You puked right in the bed, but everything was washed and you were bathed. We had had a lot of fun for sure, but the problem is that it is alcoholism that you suffer , Vova. You could choke and since you hold a certain social position, that kind of behavior is inadmissible.”