— Valentin, why don't we go get some vodka? Lena suggested.

«What do you mean?» Valentine did not understand.

— Literally. Lena explained. — We'll find a dubious cafe, grab some iced vodka, a simple snack, and slowly get drunk. Judging by your face, you don't shy away from such entertainment.

— What an unusual woman you are, Lena! Valentine marveled.

—The usual one, Valentine. Lena shook her head. — I also want to hear about the charming sparkle of my eyes, the dazzling smile, about how I took away your peace forever. But I understand that this is all the average man can say only after three or four shots of strong alcohol.

And I, after three shots of vodka, am already all in Valhalla and mentally fighting with Odin for the right to be the first to taste the sacrificial deer. Therefore, all this romance certainly gets into me, but I don't remember it. This, Valentin, by the way, is the black dualism and the tragedy of the existence of a modern woman.

— Well, you can drink through one, for example. I drink two shots and you drink one. — Valentin gallantly offered a solution.

— The hell I will. Lena said.