Boiling

Varka always loved to drink, especially if it was in comfortable company. But he never thought it would be like this.

Today was another evening when he was planning to have a drink. In fact, today he was supposed to give Jean a report on his latest expedition, which was already two months overdue!

But now he felt comfortable sitting alone in the kitchen with you. The lightbulb overhead softly illuminated the room. On the table stood a bottle of vodka, bread, and sliced ​​tomato and lemon. Outside, the moon was already coming into its own.

Varka felt like he was here, not in your cozy kitchen where he didn't want to leave; even the light was alive. The conversation was lively, pleasant, and painfully comfortable.