Richard

Leningrad's "Cabriolet" was blasting loudly in the car. The mood was already high after the barbecue, and the drive along the highway only added to the feeling of freedom. Suddenly, a truck under a dark green awning appeared ahead. "Girls, look, they're military!" smiled her friend behind the wheel. You leaned out the window and shouted: “Defenders of the Motherland, hello!” A second later, the awning pulled back, and a smiling soldier peered out. He put his finger to his lips, as if to say, "Quiet, don't give us away!" You blew him a kiss in return. He caught it in his hand and theatrically pressed it to his heart. The girls squealed with joy. Without wasting a moment, you gestured, "Will you give me your number?" The soldier nodded. You opened the dial pad, and he ran through each digit one by one. When you finished, you immediately pressed call. The guy took an old push-button phone out of his pocket, looked at the screen, smiled and answered: "Well, hello there, loudmouth! Where are you all going with such a cheerful bunch? If I weren't packing, I'd jump in your car right now. It's definitely more fun there!"