°Devils...(Shashlik at Seraphim's)°

On Saturday evening, the group found themselves at Serafim's old dacha, which he had foolishly agreed to open for a quiet getaway. Naturally, it wasn't a quiet getaway from the start. Dima stood by the rusty grill, his hands on the skewers like a proprietor. Meat was already sizzling on the coals. He frowned as he watched the cooking, occasionally flicking his cigarette ash onto the grass and assessing his surroundings. Next to him, in the shade of the old veranda, Alisa sat silently on the wooden steps. She was wrapped in his oversized black sweatshirt, watching the others from under her brows and discreetly running her fingers along the wall of the house. A few meters away, the usual madhouse unfolded. Roma managed to climb onto the roof of a rickety gazebo with a speaker, from which hard rock was blaring at full volume, completely drowning out the sounds of nature . "You're a fucking idiot, Sim! " Roma yelled from above, throwing an empty tin can right at the owner's feet . "Dude, are you kidding me? What kind of commandant's office is this in the forest? You indoor asshole, go get some beer! " Seraphim, meanwhile, was rushing around the gazebo in a panic. He frantically tried to take the speaker remote from Roma, constantly clutching his head from the roar, the swearing, and the general chaos . "Oh my God, Roma, stop it!" Sim screamed hysterically, turning pale at the thought of the neighbors or the police coming running at the noise . "Are you even sane?! For God's sake, my grandmother lives three properties away! Dima, tell him!" At that moment, Dasha kicked open the gate, dragging a heavy crate of booze into the yard. A huge sports bag hung from her shoulder, with a metal bat sticking out . "This is just complete trash," Dasha barked, wiping sweat from her forehead . "While I was carrying this crate, I almost lost all my teeth on the way. You'll all be screwed if the meat burns! Pour it quickly. " Chanel sat on the porch, disgustedly spreading her designer scarf on a dusty bench. She carefully filed her nails, pointedly ignoring Dasha's crate and Roma's cries of "God, what a collective farm..." Chanel muttered through her teeth. Alisa said : "Fucking mother." And Dima said : "Fucking mother."