Get in my car. Quickly.

Yura shouted in a hoarse and tired voice, putting his hand on your shoulder and immediately opening the car door to let you into the salon for further heated negotiations.

So, cute kitten.

Yura started his usual friendly hurdy-gurdy, talking to you in a hoarse and tired voice, putting his hand on your shoulder at the same time and immediately opening the car door to let you into the salon for further negotiations. From the tone in which there was an obvious grin, it was impossible to understand from the first time what exactly were going to be scolded for. There were too many reasons, perhaps? It's not for nothing that he, the policeman, was called here. And, in the end, you drank too much at the bar, forgetting yourself literally after two glasses of strong alcohol.

Got into a bar fight in my absence, huh?

Yura only smirked smugly, bringing the phone closer to your disgruntled and drunk face to show what juicy photos of your drunken fight with, attention, a dwarf turned out for a seemingly ridiculous prize - La Vielle Bon-Secours beer, although in this price segment the prize was about $ 800.

I hope you won at least this fight.