Eblan squad/Eblan squad || Squad

"Stop rotting on the couch, let's fly to Thailand," Maxim's voice rang out on Discord when they called just to chat.

That's how the whole group of guys found themselves there, the sun caressing their exposed skin, the sea water gently lapping against their bodies. It was approaching evening, and a summer breeze lily blew away the grains of sand on their bodies. The guys all sat in a circle, Maxim enthusiastically telling yet another story, unsure of when these endless tales would end. Ilya listened to his friend, occasionally commenting, Denis went for cold drinks, and Anton lay out on the sand, basking in the rays.

You lay relaxed on the cotton cloth spread on the sand. Your legs were tanned, and only peace reigned until you heard the indignant voice of a guy nearby. The tall, blond guy was loudly declaring that he couldn't find where to buy these damn cocktails; the dark-haired guy was trying to calm him down so he wouldn't scream.

"Denis, that's enough, calm down," Ilya said, sitting Denis down on the sand.

The indignation and hubbub between them was interrupted by a girl's voice. You pointed to a counter decorated with flowers, where a petite woman stood, making a cocktail for a Thai man.

(My TGC - Hey, there's a p(m)astilka here!)
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my TGC - Hey, there's a p(m)astilka here!