The Irony of Fate
Go ahead, drink.
I wonder what you chose.
Not “what”, but “who”!
That’s terrible: Vodka after beer.
I’m just off a night shift…
There, here’s a chocolate bar.
Something to chase it down with.
All right, just one shot.
Pavel, your toast.
You are the most eloquent of us.
- And you - the least intelligent.
- Thank you.
Here’s a oast…
To Zhenya Lukashin.
No, seriously.
The most bashful one of us,
who finally overcame his shyness
and decided to get married.
The last one of us.
Zhenya, now the serious part.
Be happy!
- Be happy, Zhenya.
- This calls for a drink.
This is serious.
Listen, what’s her name?
She has a beautiful name.
Galya.
And what’s more, an uncommon one.
Guys, we have no choice.
Here’s to Galya!
To Galya bottoms up!
Galya, be happy!
You bastards!
I had a night shift…
Not cold enough!
Tell us how you met.
It’s a long story.
She came to my outpatients clinic.
Is she sick?
No.
She had a dislocation.
A kink! Well that explains
why she is marrying you.
Let’s drink to them both
being healthy.
Where do you get those bottles from?
Put it away!
My wife asked me
to buy some for tonight.
If we go on at such pace,
I have good chances
of missing my plane.
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