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So, Kostya called his friend, a well-known companion for various fun events, and said, "I want to visit! I want to come to the southern capital of Belarus – welcome me with bread and salt – on Friday at midnight :eek: – and not just me, but with my lady – (on Friday, his godson had a birthday, and he's arriving at 12, you see – well, he's Kostya :D ))))
So, what could I do? I met them with a luxurious carriage – treated them to cognac and exotic delicacies – welcomed them like royalty – what else could I do :D
The whole weekend was filled with songs and dances – we swam in alcohol and dove into oblivion) we walked around the city, looked at things, and had a good time, we even ended up at a wedding and drank with them. The photos will tell the rest, and I think Kostya will add something too. :p
And to make it more fun :p! Arrange the photos in the order of Kostya's intoxication :D :D:D:D:D peka peka peka
So, what could I do? I met them with a luxurious carriage – treated them to cognac and exotic delicacies – welcomed them like royalty – what else could I do :D
The whole weekend was filled with songs and dances – we swam in alcohol and dove into oblivion) we walked around the city, looked at things, and had a good time, we even ended up at a wedding and drank with them. The photos will tell the rest, and I think Kostya will add something too. :p
And to make it more fun :p! Arrange the photos in the order of Kostya's intoxication :D :D:D:D:D peka peka peka






















































