Eva

– Wait, let's go down to the vintage wine shop, which is near the hotel where you live … – I 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! – I 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? I suggested.

– Oh, no, no, every day I go by taxi, then by BMW limousine, and I want to ride with a simple guy in a simple subway and feel like I 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: