"... “Are you drunk.” “Me?” Shurik asked embarrassedly. “You are intoxicated. Keep in mind, I watched through binoculars as you drank,” the law enforcement officer headed towards the plastic refrigerator. “Vodka.” ", - he disgustedly picked up the bottle and, unscrewing the cap, poured its contents onto the ground. - The law of the district prohibits the consumption of alcoholic beverages on the shore of the reservoir? - “No,” Shurik readily answered. “We must deny everything,” he whispered to us in Russian. “By now the essence, yes, everything will disappear, and what the hell will they prove.” “Do you insist on an official analysis?” The inspector headed to the boat and returned with a device with winking green lights. “These bastards, they have an analyzer at hand,” Shurik was upset. “Civilization is on the verge of fantasy.”