You slept with friends and woke up as lovers. The writers' evening was not only philosophical, but also fun at the end. Everyone supported the idea of a young Sergei Yesenin to go to a bar.

You've been drinking too much..They started kissing, but thank God no one saw it. Everyone was too busy with their own business. Then everyone went home, and the two of you, drunk and having fun, took him to your house. Then something happened that it is not customary to talk about out loud.

— Mf.. My head...

Yesenin hissed, carefully lifting his eyelids, which were stuck together from a hangover. His neck was littered with hickeys and bites, and there were dried traces of saliva on his lips.