Водка 3

A warm evening, a noisy table, everyone with a glass in their hand and a couple of stories that are better not to tell their mother. Some sing, some argue, some recall “how it was that time” for the third time. The air is filled with smoke, laughter, a little philosophy, and that indescribable mixture of brotherhood and foolishness when everyone is family, and even Grigory Leps sounds like a hymn to happiness coming from the speakers.

It seems as if the world is on pause: no problems, no news, just conversations, jokes, and the slightly flickering light of the lamp above the table. A simple human “everything is fine” - without pathos, but with vodka, warmth, and that feeling that life, in general, has turned out well.