Kiran(her husband): Are maro mat dada, maro mat.Another sound of a slap came. I exclaimed who was he calling ‘dada’. I first thought her husband h...s slapped him. When I saw there was another man standing there I couldn’t recognize him first.The man: Madarchod tereko paise diye the 2 mahine ke liye. Saal bhar ho gaya gandu tereko abhi tak akal nahi ayi.Kiran: Are maan jaa, yar. Iske sath chale jaa ek hafte ke liye Sali, nahi to mujhe mar dega.The conversation went on for some time and I came to. When Mark opened the door he discovered one of his best friends, Kevin Craine, standing there. He and Kevin had known each other since they were seven years old. Kevin had always been one of Mark’s most loyal and dependable friends. ‘Hey, man, how’s it going?’ Kevin asked. He walked past Mark and took a can of Pepsi from the fridge. ‘Okay, I guess.’ Mark replied, pushing his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans as he forced a smile. Kevin went into the livingroom and sat down in a chair. Although I was unfamiliar with Russian cuisine, her mother skillfully cooked meals with a palate that combined a variety of ethnic ingredients from different cultures. Nadia taught me how to play chess and ‘whooped my ass’ until her father gave me some helpful strategy instructions. We went shopping, saw movies, toured the museums and attended concerts. In December, she took me to see a Pennsylvania Ballet performance of ‘The Nutcracker’ and I was moved to tears by the majesty of the. She smiled at Frans mothering ways, so unlike her real mother. She did rest when she got home. She was asleep the instant her head hit her pillow. A loud knocking came on her door. Miley groggily sat up and wondered who it could be. Probably Ben, she thought. She opened the door. Nick. He was just turning to leave by the time she got to the door, and he turned back to face her. I didnt think youd be home, was all he said. What are you doing here? Miley asked, careful to keep her body positioned.