
One time - not gay,
Sergei consoled himself.
He could no longer walk -
Again his friend dragged him into the bedroom.
His comrade both in front and behind,
While the sailor begged for mercy.
I barely dragged my legs,
Grab it! “Let’s do it one more time!”
Why lie idle in the cockpit?
It’s more pleasant and useful to fuck a comrade.
One is half-dead, the other is satisfied,
We looked at the sea, a spacious landscape.
Our poor Istomin with glass eyes,
Fucked, squeezed like a lemon,
He asked his friend for freedom,
What’s next? Perhaps you know it yourself...