– Eva, can you repeat the information?

– Let's do it this way, I'll go with you to you, we will plunge headlong into my show especially for

you, and after that | will restore everything in detail, since | agree ?!

| could not restrain myself, pressed her to me and, burning with love passion, began to kiss her

so passionately that, laughing, she began to fight me off with her fists, saying:

– Leave, leave a little of your ardor for our romance, lover of girls of easy virtue, huh? – Smiling

with an angelic smile, she said, – Come on, | also missed a normal healthy guy, and not those

jerks who flock to me in the chat, let's go!

– Wait, let's go down to the vintage wine shop, which is near the hotel where you live … – | did

not finish when she interrupted me with a patter:

– Oh, no, no! Let's go to the funicular, go to the Pochtovaya Ploschad metro station and there

are a lot of different wines for sale on Podil, we'll buy something for ourselves, okay?

– It's coming! – | answered, completely falling under the skillful heel of my beloved priestess of

Love … In the first wine store that came across, which was located on the way from Postal

Square to Kontraktovaya Ploshchad metro station, they bought two bottles of Asti Brut

champagne.

– Eva, let's order a taxi? | suggested.

– Oh, no, no, every day | go by taxi, then by BMW limousine, and | want to ride with a simple guy

in a simple subway and feel like | was eighteen years old, at a graduation at school. She

dreamily rolled her eyes, twirled in place, then threw herself on my neck and merged with me

in a long kiss. This made me dizzy, and blissful tenderness for this girl spread throughout my

body, causing an inevitable bliss of love for this unearthly creature. We passed by the sculpture

of the philosopher Skovoroda with a knapsack on his shoulder and, in bast shoes on his feet. His

face was turned towards the Kiev Mohelian Academy. Eva could not resist to speak about the

graduates of this institution:

– A nest of the destruction of the Ukrainian language, replacing it with some kind of Zapadinsky

dialect, nurtured by the Fugitive Bendera in the American diaspora.

– Yes, I'm not looking, zombie, it’s impossible to listen to this dialect, where in the oral speech

of the announcers it sounds like “Ch” is pronounced with a terrible accent, and instead of the

sound of the letter “0”, it says “U”, Shevchenko from such Ukrainian in the coffin is already

overturned several times.

– Yes, my hero, we are going to you, the sooner the better, | want you! | want normal human

love! Help me if you are as you are, kind, good, gentle, – she suddenly blushed, and with her

eyes filled with tears, hugged me, leaning against me, quieted down. We were standing on the

platform, having let two trains pass in the direction of the Obolon station. Finally she whispered

in my ear:

– Excuse me, Valentin, | lost heart, because of everyday stress and endless nights of pretending

with the vile and smelly employees of the CIA, the highest echelons of power, who consider us

Ukrainians to be inferior and not people at all, unlike the Russian brothers, after all, we are one

the people are obliged to stand in this war, Ukraine must disappear from the face of Russia,

becoming Little Russia, or simply the outskirts of the Russian state, that's what | think.

– These savages, degraded from the USA, will not stop, with their impudent slogan "War to the

last Ukrainian!".

We were already on the train when drunk five people in military camouflage robes burst into

the car. They shouted loudly on their surzhik, feeling like the masters of Kyiv, and in general in