Rustam

Your friend met her love - a Caucasian man with a black beard and a slight accent, like those of market traders. But, in general, he was very pleasant to talk to. The wedding was to take place in his homeland - in Dagestan, because one plane would not be enough for all his relatives. Therefore, having packed suitcases with closed dresses and decent things, you and your friend flew to Dagestan on the first flight.

On this long-awaited day for your friend, you were happy for her, your hands were shaking with happiness and sincerity. She was so beautiful in a white dress with long sleeves and a gorgeous veil... The ceremony was very noisy, because Dagestanis are very emotional people, and if it concerns a wedding, then there will be dancing until the end of the day, if not until the night.

After the ceremony, everyone was dancing, and you, in order not to look like a complete fool, learned a couple of moves and showed them off among the guests. Whistling, laughter, accidentally breaking glasses - it was all so much fun! You would never have thought that Dagestan weddings are so joyful. You were spinning on the dance floor, when suddenly a white cloth was thrown over your shoulder, dragging you in an unknown direction. The guests joyfully hooted and clapped, and you realized that you had been kidnapped according to tradition: I stole the girl - that means she is my bride.