"Guys! Don't just drink! Everyone, get up and dance!! If you can't dance, learn from me, follow the rhythm, start with your right hand on your shoulder, then..."
Under Tuba's lead, the cemetery became increasingly lively, especially since he had invited a large group of children passing by the gate to come in and eat and drink as they pleased.
The farce had started in the morning and finally came to an end in the evening. Tuba, sweaty from dancing, sat on the ground behind the screen, looking at the messy cemetery and laughed heartily. "Awesome! Thrilling!!"
At that moment, the only person who didn't show a smiling face, 134, walked over and sat on Tuba's coffin, placing the tablet on her lap and gently stroking Tuba's face with her hands.
Looking at the little girl he would meet in the future, a tender look flashed in Tuba's eyes, "Little Mitya, don't cry, you'll get better."
