Mafia 49. Monday starts on Saturday.

I want to listen to Giacomo and Lizard himself.

I'll start the story with 1 breast. It happened like this. My friend and I, both "doskers" (I'm not sure what this means, but I'll translate it as is), went to a "dosker shop" to buy new boards for "dosking," because we are "doskers." Well, we didn't have much money that glorious evening, as usual, so I went on my scooter, and my friend, being a hipster, rode his Vespa. I arrived at the meeting place, a roll hall located in DS1, first and waited for him. I found a spot on the lawn next to the fence and started looking for treasure. I dug a small hole with a piece of glass and made sure the ants couldn't get out. And then, you won't believe it, a "GOST-style suicide girl" came out of the store. Huge breasts, lots of tattoos, dressed like a slut... well, everything you'd expect. She was walking, looking all glamorous, and of course, she wasn't looking where she was going; and the sidewalk there has a tricky curb. So, this curb turned out to be a surprise for her. She stumbled and almost fell, but managed to stay on her feet. But one of her breasts didn't like this change in elevation, so it popped out of her slutty top. She noticed, quickly put it back in place, but I had already seen everything! She stood there, looking around, to see if anyone had noticed. So, I raised my thumb and sat in a victorious pose, like Freddie Mercury. She turned bright red, anon, and started frantically trying to cover herself up. I've never seen a slut in heels move so fast. I didn't like that, so I caught up to her, hit her in the head with my skateboard, pissed on her corpse, and set it on fire. Although, I didn't actually do that, but it would have been cool.
My loyal friend, Golden Joe, who is a rusty old Volga, helped me see the next 3 breasts. He's a "lowrider" (again, translating as is). The situation was simpler: a traffic jam, evening, traffic light.
So, I'm standing at the traffic light, listening to Acid King, enjoying a bottle of "Kalinov" water (16 rubles for 2 liters), when a huge Lincoln Navigator pulls up. Inside, a bunch of drunk guys. They took their dad's SUV for a joyride and got drunk, the little bastards. I look at them, they look at me, and suddenly, I have an idea! I lift my shirt and show them my breasts, like in those movies where they tease people by lifting their shirts and showing their breasts. And you won't believe it, the guys show their breasts in response. The girl in the front seat was successful – both of her breasts were out. The girl in the back seat wasn't as successful and only managed to get one breast out, the right one. Just for the record. And then I got carried away. I took a deep breath and did it dramatically, boldly, and didn't do anything.
That's the story. The end