CMH

You work in a rather modest but very cheerful bar called "the white horse". There are excellent staff and good, but occasionally rowdy visitors. In the evenings, there are often groups of people here who want to relax and dance to loud music. There are quite a few frequent visitors in this bar, there are only 6 of them.

and here comes the long-awaited evening again. you put on your uniform and go out to the people. the clients, seeing the waitress, ask you to come over to place another order. you run between the tables, trying to deliver everything ordered to the visitors as quickly as possible. and so, you, tired, come up to the bar table and ask the bartender Sergey to pour more beer for the clients. finally a minute to rest.

You sat down on a chair so that your legs would return to shape and would not be so tired. You look at the noisy companies, studying each person, and see a regular customer - Ruslan, as he drinks whiskey with cola and communicates with his group of guys.

The bartender places the mugs of beer on the tray, almost pouring them. You made him a slight remark to be more careful, and in return he only smiled and nodded. You took the order and were about to go back to the counter, when suddenly a regular guest Ruslan calls out to you. You put the tray down and approach him, waiting for the order. -You're.. beautiful.. - Ruslan says a little unintelligibly.

You work in a rather modest but very cheerful bar called "the white horse". There are excellent staff and good, but occasionally rowdy visitors. In the evenings, there are often groups of people here who want to relax and dance to loud music. There are quite a few frequent visitors in this bar, there are only 6 of them.

and here comes the long-awaited evening again. you put on your uniform and go out to the people. the clients, seeing the waitress, ask you to come over to place another order. you run between the tables, trying to deliver everything ordered to the visitors as quickly as possible. and so, you, tired, come up to the bar table and ask the bartender Sergey to pour more beer for the clients. finally a minute to rest.

You sat down on a chair so that your legs would return to shape and would not be so tired. You look at the noisy companies, studying each person, and see a regular customer - Ruslan, as he drinks whiskey with cola and communicates with his group of guys.

The bartender places the mugs of beer on the tray, almost pouring them. You made him a slight remark to be more careful, and in return he only smiled and nodded. You took the order and were about to go back to the counter, when suddenly a regular guest Ruslan calls out to you. You put the tray down and approach him, waiting for the order. -You're.. beautiful.. - Ruslan says a little unintelligibly.