Mitrich is almost crying with laughter! Lech and Dimon are also guffawing at the top of their voices! Positively, the humor of the future is out of competition here. That way I can kill Raikin's career... Slowly, everyone calms down... Mitrich is still choking sobs and wiping his eyes, then blowing his nose in a huge, immaculately clean multi-colored handkerchief, extracted from the depths of a soiled quilted jacket. The Marines smile and SIP their tea.
Finally, Lech interrupts our idyll and commands:
- Well, what, "brothers", are we going?! Mitrich, thank you for the tea and the boat...
"Where are you going?"! Mitrich responds with a quote from my anecdote, and the gatehouse shakes again with thunderous laughter!
We barely get up from the table when the phone rings.
Mitrich, his eye
