– Listen, Nikolay, if seriously... How are the local women?

– It's better for you not to know about this, - the host smiled graciously, - Some girls are so... Big ass, bronze skin, temperament... Oh, better even don"t recall. I'm not going to share details, but as the classic said: there are girls in Panamanian villages! It's like explaining the taste of strawberries to a person who has never eaten it. And in general, the people are very friendly, - Grechko looked timidly at Koifman.

Leo slowly sipped rum, without interfering with Nikolay"s press conference.

In the evening, returning home, Koifman's wife sternly looked at Leo and philosophically asked:

– Could you give up a well-paid job because of love?

– Yes, easily. I would be at home, love you, and you will work instead of me.

– What kind of person are you?!
– Koifman's wife sniffed, - you are telling me about Nikolay all sorts of derogatory things... that he, kind of fool, weak designer and doesn"t understand what he's drafting... But look how he loves his wife! You'd better take an example from him!

– Well, I love you too. Or I suppose to walk around with big placate: "I love my wife!"

– Yah... You always with your jokes... I'm serious...

– Nikolay is a good fellow, of course. Otherwise we wouldn"t be friends. Honestly, his toast was well said. He probably was preparing it all these six weeks in Panama.

– Okay, drive the car careful. The snow has not really been removed. It is slippery.

Koifman took a napkin and with pleasure blew his nose.

And somewhere far away in sunny Panama, on the sunny beaches of the ocean, the short machos sat in luxurious bars, drank a bluish tequila and stroked big-ass girls on their bronze skin.