アンチカフェ

prison is the perfect place for a hipster. brick walls, tea, board games - this is an anti-cafe.

one customer entered my cafe and asked for salad and potatoes. I asked if he would eat here or take the order home. he told me to go to hell, took my order and swore at me. I love working in the prison canteen.

Call your son “detonator” so that if he gets lost, you’ll shout at your wife, “Where’s the detonator!?”

-Welcome to our cafe. What do you want? -Can I have the Wi-Fi password? -Your passport? -and I ate it

“go away” - it seems the apartment is hinting at something to me

did you just realize that all ducks wear a dog mask

Listen, asshole, annu removed his legs

-an, do you want to eat? - no - maybe some cottage cheese? - no - there are hedgehogs - no need - more borscht with sour cream - I don’t want - what about dumplings? - I can’t - maybe some cutlets? - I won’t - fish? pies? cheesecakes? - no - some seagull? some coffee? cocoa? milk? - Grandma, I want to sleep! -ah, well, sleep, sleep. There is a chocolate bar in the nightstand.

Anna, I just read your last name, and someone has already stolen my horse!)

they walk around without a hat in winter to please you, and you eat them for Dota