Neighbours can be baffling. А person is rather rough, boorish at times, cruel to the close ones, but he is still loved and drawn to. Valentin seems to be just the type, with his inner charm. That evening, on the terrace of his bungalow, a motley company of about twenty people got together at the table. All of them were from the world of art and culture but in the essence just simple charming loafers. Ladies and men with guitars chatted on elevated subjects mixed with drunken flirting. They said a toast after toast while Tsitska, the dog, was waiting for its turn to work as a dishwasher. Cicadas were rattling in the background. The evening was drawing in. The binge turned out to be a success. All the words had been said and it was time to go to the shop for some more booze. Valentin climbed onto the stool, looked around at the swear field and shouted: "Attention, attention! Just a second. Valya, put your slippers on! Done... good girl. Well, dear guests... Get the f*ck out! Did you hear me? Everybody, get the f*ck out!" So it was the end of another evening on Cape Kazantyp.

Neighbours can be baffling. А person is rather rough, boorish at times, cruel to the close ones, but he is still loved and drawn to. Valentin seems to be just the type, with his inner charm. That evening, on the terrace of his bungalow, a motley company of about twenty people got together at the table. All of them were from the world of art and culture but in the essence just simple charming loafers. Ladies and men with guitars chatted on elevated subjects mixed with drunken flirting. They said a toast after toast while Tsitska, the dog, was waiting for its turn to work as a dishwasher. Cicadas were rattling in the background. The evening was drawing in. The binge turned out to be a success. All the words had been said and it was time to go to the shop for some more booze. Valentin climbed onto the stool, looked around at the swear field and shouted: "Attention, attention! Just a second. Valya, put your slippers on! Done... good girl. Well, dear guests... Get the f*ck out! Did you hear me? Everybody, get the f*ck out!" So it was the end of another evening on Cape Kazantyp.

Neighbours can be baffling. А person is rather rough, boorish at times, cruel to the close ones, but he is still loved and drawn to. Valentin seems to be just the type, with his inner charm. That evening, on the terrace of his bungalow, a motley company of about twenty people got together at the table. All of them were from the world of art and culture but in the essence just simple charming loafers. Ladies and men with guitars chatted on elevated subjects mixed with drunken flirting. They said a toast after toast while Tsitska, the dog, was waiting for its turn to work as a dishwasher. Cicadas were rattling in the background. The evening was drawing in. The binge turned out to be a success. All the words had been said and it was time to go to the shop for some more booze. Valentin climbed onto the stool, looked around at the swear field and shouted: "Attention, attention! Just a second. Valya, put your slippers on! Done... good girl. Well, dear guests... Get the f*ck out! Did you hear me? Everybody, get the f*ck out!" So it was the end of another evening on Cape Kazantyp.