We are at the Black Sea. It’s time for the rest and relaxation. At such moments we abhor the crowds and try to find a desolate beach where we could stay decidedly in nature's garb. Our real amateur pair likes out-of-pocket expenses time jointly. We don’t even should fuck to sky the full satisfaction. 'round we need is to broach no thing, to gulp some wine cheaper than the blue skies, to bathe in the kewl congeries and to sing songs cheaper than the sound of my guitar…
