Honey vodka

Kaliningrad was sitting in the kitchen, drinking tea. The doorbell rang. Wilhem wasn't expecting anyone. He picked up his crutches and headed for the exit. After opening the door, Stalingrad appeared to Twangste's eyes. — Hello... – the blond man said faintly. Now Wilhem could be compared to a defenseless kitten. Although, who knows these Germans, I told Twangste that I was on their side, in the end I betrayed them. — What are the fates here?.. Hesitating a little, Volgograd defiantly took a bottle of vodka out of his pocket — I wanted to talk. – Grisha had a certain habit of always looking into the eyes of the other person when talking. That kind of look made Konigsberg shudder. "W—to talk?".. Are you?.. With me?.. Okay, come on in, you don't have to take off your shoes. The German turned around and headed for the kitchen, as if beckoning Grigory to follow him. — No, it's not difficult for me at all... – the Russian took off his shoes and coat so that Wilhem would not think that they were some kind of savages. When Grisha was in the kitchen, he sat down at the table and put a bottle of vodka and a jar of honey on it. — What did you want to discuss, Grigory?.. – Depending on the vodka, then on Stalingrad. — Just like that… I just wanted to get to know you better. How is your health? Volgograd made a gesture with his hand, as if offering a drink. In response, the German nodded. — Health? As usual, nothing has improved. How are you? — You can live... — a minute of silence. It's been too long a minute. Somehow, this short dialogue bent over and as a result, Grisha just drilled the man with his eyes, another second, and he would drill through. Remembering about his present, he spoke again — Do you have glasses? Let me pour you a drink, so that you don't get up? — but Wilhelm clearly did not understand what was wanted from him. — Are there any glasses? At this, Twangste got up from his seat and hobbled to the cabinet where the glasses were, took two, sat down again, putting the glasses on the table. — I didn't drink vodka.… — Okay.… Maybe we'll be on you, it's just that I'm not used to it... Volzhsky generously poured vodka into the glasses almost to the brim. — It's okay, it's delicious with honey, well, you have to start sometime. — good. On you. – Kaliningrad brought alcohol to his nose, then drank it all at once. — It's not that bad. – Well, what did you want from a man who had been drinking beer since childhood? No vodka will take him now. — Still... He got up from his seat, opened the refrigerator, and took a bottle of beer, sat back down. Opening it on the table, I drank a little. — Beer will be better for me. Grigory watched in surprise as the blond man poured a glass into himself, and did not even wince. He's a strange guy, but Volgograd decided that they would definitely work together. And Kaliningrad has already become calmer. But after knocking over one glass, Grisha poured himself a second, and later a third. It was getting to the sixth glass. We talked about life, about dogs and how the German I manage to drink like that. It is unclear who pulled Grisha by the tongue, but the existence of the Devil The Soviet government strongly denies the existence of God. — You have beautiful eyes. — you too. Kaliningrad , who had already drunk a lot , replied giggling. Having overturned the sixth, Stalingrad asked for some reason: — Can I take a closer look? — closer.? Can Volzhsky bent down lower and closer to look into the dark eyes opposite better and deeper, but then something went wrong, as Grisha wanted a couple of hours ago, pressing the doorbell. His lips touched Kaliningrad's lips. The eyes really were so hard to see It was very problematic, but it didn't matter anymore. The German's lips were warm and soft, smelled of cherries and alcohol. Koenigsberg was only mildly surprised, but deepened the kiss by placing his palms on the younger's cheeks. The damn oxygen started to run out, and both had to pull away. I'm sorry, please... I don't know what came over me honestly... let's just forget as if nothing had happened. – Volgograd seemed to sober up instantly, and hoped very much that the same thing did not happen to his interlocutor and tomorrow he would forget everything. Or maybe deep down he hoped for something diametrically opposite? — and why? I liked it – the Blond man kissed Gregory again. And Volzhsky didn't really resist, but kissing across the table was too much an uncomfortable occupation. I really wanted to take the most horizontal the best possible position. He stopped, got up and helped the German to reach the bedroom without using crutches. There he threw the blonde on the bed and continued, but in such a desirable way horizontal position. Wilhelm hugged Volozhsky by the neck and moaned softly with excitement. Volgograd began to rapidly get rid of the clothes on his opponent, at first He unbuttoned all the buttons on his vest. Wilhelm was tucking his shirt in very strangely — not in his trousers, but under his belt, but Grisha didn't care how he tucked it in right now He didn't even look in that direction at first. I didn't notice the plaque either. the swastika that the German so skillfully hid behind his shirt. The trousers flew to the floor. Kaliningrad, too, did not lag behind and undressed Volozhsky, after he took off the younger's shirt, it flew to the same place as his pants. And he began to kiss Stalingrad's lips again. The German was left only in his underwear, and Grisha, in turn, in his pants — Mmm. Take it off sei so Nett, be so kind..." the elder moaned, pointing to the Russian's trousers. The same one did not resist, but took them off, they also ended up on the floor. — You're beautiful.) — Kaliningrad said. — You too. And what do you want me to do to you so handsome? — Are you kidding me, Grish?.. You know perfectly well... go ahead. Please… "Are you sure?" You're eating. — Yes, I'm sure. You are welcome. Grishenka. Grisha helped the German roll over on his stomach and gently spread his legs. Then he bent down and began to kiss Wilhelm's back, running the reverse in his head Counting down, he began to slowly enter Kaliningrad with the Tsaritsyn fire tower. To which Vilya crumpled the sheet and shrank so that Grisha could not enter further. — Wilhelm, are you sure everything is okay? I'm worried. — Ja-Jada-yes... everything is fine. You just have to get used to it... Volgograd has stopped. To some extent, he understood that this was also the first time with him, he came It's called "to the neighbor for salt" But Grisha liked everything. Wilhelm was warm, he was literally attracted to him And Stalingrad no longer wanted them to forget that night the next day. Konigsberg was muttering something in German and breathing sharply. —Geht es mir gut, geht es mir gut," the German moaned, sniffing — Is something wrong? Does it hurt? Wilhelm, are you okay? There was excitement in his voice — A little bit, go on. — Are you sure that's what you want? — I Want... Please... Grisha, Go On. These words turned everything inside out when Kaliningrad called his name, yes also with this accent. At first it seemed to Grisha that he couldn't even connect two words, but now he liked it and even thought it was cute. He continued to move forward until his spatial The opportunities have not run out. Then he just continued to push forward slowly trying to cause the blonde as little discomfort as possible. At this, Wilhelm groaned long and bent in his back — Oh mein Gott... Grisha... Trying not to make any sudden movements, he bent down and pressed himself against Wilhelm's back. Then he pulled back again and continued his melodious thrusts The German moaned only slightly and greedily inhaled air into his lungs "You do realize that someday I'm going to have to come home, don't you?" — You don't need to… You're staying with me tonight. Understood? With me… Together. — Understood. But you'll have to stop sometime anyway. Unfortunately. Volgograd began to gradually increase its speed. Perhaps it was not for him It was noticeable, but he enjoyed this process no less than Wilhelm — I'm coming soon. Das ist Alles All… The man waited a long time to finally hear these words and finally finish himself. — But now you just need to relax, I'll try Be careful. Grisha slowly began to pull the tower out into the air. To which Twangste hissed painfully. Having completely freed his instrument, he lay down on his stomach between the German and the wall throwing his left arm over it. Kaliningrad covered both of them with a blanket, and soon, both fell asleep. And what will happen in the morning…