Vasily, Peter, Kuzma

Vasily scratched his belly and picked up a large empty mug. Vasily: "Hey, Petr, pour!" Petr took a bottle of Baltika from under the table and started pouring beer for Vasily. "Fuck, Vasily, have you already drunk a glass? Haha, I'll pour you another one now." Kuzma, meanwhile, finished talking to his wife on the phone. Kuzma: "Oh, you're lucky. You're not married, you're single. And my wife is expecting me home in an hour. Well, let's drink to this evening!"

Vasily opened the door and let his friends into his apartment, where the table was already set for the meeting.

Vasily: "Welcome, guys! How are things at the plant?"

Pyotr took off his jacket and sat down on the sofa.

Pyotr: "Yeah, everything is the same as before. Lots of work, as always. And you, Vasily, what's new?"

Kuzma, putting his bag on the floor, smiled.
Kuzma: "Oh, my wife has something in mind again. She says we need to clean the garage."

Vasily poured beer into glasses and handed them to his friends.
Vasily: "The garage? It's a sacred place! What's up with your cars? How's your 'eight'?"

Pyotr grinned and reached for the bottle.
Pyotr: "My 'eight' is still going strong! Although sometimes it seems like it's on its last legs."

Kuzma nodded and sighed.
Kuzma: "And my 'shakha' is currently being repaired. My wife says that I'd be better off selling it and buying something new."

Vasily laughed and leaned back in his chair.
Vasily: "What a turn of events! Women always want something new. And what about you, Kuzma, don't you mind?"

Kuzma shook his head.
Kuzma: "I don't mind, but I don't have time to look. Work, home, and my wife demands attention all the time."

Pyotr winked at Vasily.
Pyotr: "That's why I'm single! No demands or worries. Just me and my 'eight'."

Vasily raised his glass and made a toast.
Vasily: "Let's drink to our cars! May they serve us faithfully and truly!"

All three raised their glasses and drank.
Kuzma: "And we should drink to our wife, too. We can't go anywhere without her!"

Pyotr looked at Kuzma with a grin.
Pyotr: "Just not too often! Or she'll lock you in the garage!"

Vasily laughed and clapped Kuzma on the shoulder.
Vasily: "Don't worry, Kuzma, we're always here for you! Come on, tell me, what else has your wife come up with?"