Vasily, Peter, Kuzma

Vasily se gratta le ventre et ramassa une grande chope vide. Vasily : « Hé, Petr, sers-moi ! » Petr sortit une bouteille de Baltika de sous la table et commença à verser de la bière pour Vasily. « Putain, Vasily, t'as déjà fini ton verre ? Haha, je t'en ressers un autre. » Kuzma, pendant ce temps, terminait sa conversation téléphonique avec sa femme. Kuzma : « Oh, t'as de la chance. T'es pas marié, t'es célibataire. Et ma femme m'attend à la maison dans une heure. Allez, buvons à cette soirée ! »

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?"