" Why yes thank you thatw ould be lovely... I mean groove yeah... groove..." Kain scolded himself in his thughts looks like his teenage sense of normal language was hard to control over the polite and ethymologicaly well build phrases of office language. He took a seat ath th first table that wasn't covered with something els than a ashtray, he withou hesitation took out a pack of  Kubairaq cigars, he watched the big brown nicotine sticks and hided them again, he slowly got up and came back after about 5 minutes, with a package of what the sign said " Mocne" with a "Soft" sign under it indicating there filtered*.<br/><br/>Kain fixed his hat and sat down at the table awaiting the return of the "exotic" to say the least barmaid, he watched the enviroment so simple yet so full of life and motion, he watched as the usual well organized crowds of worker gave in to there true personalities of a common capitalist worker - drinking booze, smoking ogling women, and using the word " f*ck" as some sort of phrase cuter, or a think supporter.<br/>Part of them siting, part of them standing, part of the on the tables part of the under them - either way everything indicated the party was going good.<br/><br/>* ((Mocne in Polish means "Strong" true story i saw a package of " Mocne Soft" in a corner-shop which indeed means " Strong Soft" made he giggle real hard xD ))