Not so far I opened the section of pictures of our friends on the site. I published there the pictures of our big friend Costas. By the way this is very unusual name for Russian people, cause our people use this name in our Russian form Konstantin. But this little secret is easy to uncover the grandfather of Costas was a real Greek and by the birth of his grandson insisted to name him a Greek name.

So, after the appearance of Costas on our site I received a great number of messagess with opinions and requests to show and to tell more about him. As Russian proverb says - It s better to see once, than a hundred times to hear. That's why I decided to follow the advice. I took the camera and decided to visit Costas in the morning, so all my story would begin from the beginning.

When I came to his house his mom said that Costas hasn't slept at home tonight cause he stayed at his friends house after the holyday party of the 23rd of February. As this house was one of guys from funtb , my problem didn t get any more difficult, and it got even easier.

When I finally got to the place it was rather late nearly the noon. Costas was sleeping like a baby on the coach and, as I could see, he wasn't going to wake up soon. My attempt to wake him up fortunately got him up from the coach. But it looked like Costas continued to sleep even while sitting. Fortunately as usual I had a bottle of my favorite Coca-Cola. But honestly it didn't help the guy.

I was sorry to wake him up. It seemed like even morning procedures in the bathroom haven't helped to get back to the reality. The dream continued to keep him in its strong arms. After I came from the kitchen after having a cigarette I found Costas in the hall sitting on a small puff. He frankly continued to sleep with his eyes opened.

To the point new underwear that was lying on the puff attracted my attention. As he told me that was a gift to Costas for the old Soviet holyday February, the 23rd. This day is considered as a holyday of all men, so all the men and boys get the presents from their the nearest people and friends. Honestly, Costas hasn't said who gave him this curious present (although I suspect who that could be).

Costas decided to boast of his present and began to show this to me. Probably that was affection of camera that was in my arms. Anyway, the passion of demonstration got Costas back from the dream world to our real world rather quickly.

Day was at its peak and it was time to go out. I liked this leisured manner to get ready, at the same time listening to the music and doing lots of different stuff.

Before I was leaving Costas decided to portray a photo model by posing for the camera. As everything interesting has already finished, I started to get ready for my departure, but I promised Costas to work with him as with a model next time. And by the way I noticed that guy has rather good perspectives of working as a model. And to my mind I should think about that.

The day was at its peak. And we only had to say Good morning... , no, that way Good afternoon Costas!.