Vova and Tim were walking down Fifth Avenue in search of a beer shop.260Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0xOuYZTp6f
"Wednesday is a beer day!" Vova announced.260Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDHAtXaO2EA
"I would drink dry wine," Tim gently objected.
Finally, a portable trade with drinks was found and they packaged (two bottles in each hand) and went on. Tim was smoking.
The oncoming homeless asked for a smoke. Tim put the bottles on the pavement and let him smoke. Lighting a cigarette, Bum said pointing to one of the bottles, "And a bottle of beer, please." Tim silently picked up the bottles and moved on.
There was a cozy coffee house where Vova and Tim had drunk their beer with pleasure and leisurely.
"Where can we find John?" Vova asked.260Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyLMXuXEym0
"I don't care," Tim said and went to bed right on the pavement.
Vova looked around, an African American was walking by.260Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzbiedypTgH
"Hey, you! Do you have a small change?" Vova brazenly asked him.260Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOtYGJerLXm
"Haven't, not at all," he answered.260Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbzuxGBLah8
Another African American appeared and pointing at Vova asked his friend, "what the hell are you talking to him for?"260Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE0l6YRN2A3
Without hesitation, Vova rushed at him. But he ducked down and Vova flew over him, broke through a green fence and fell into a fetid ditch.
"Freshen up, disrespectful boy!" Vova heard from above.
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