I drink vodka with him on Fridays

I am a closed person,
Masking my essence.
I exist discreetly and quietly,
I don’t break dishes in restaurants.

Without working in a public field,
Hunting in private fields,
I am from birth in any team
On the fourth and fifth roles.

Sexy, according to reviews, in moderation
(Here is an amendment for a long experience),
But at the same time, mind you, hetero,
That today is almost shocking.

At night, imitating the craving
For the demonstration of dreams in reality, I
cover the paper with words
And in the morning with pleasure I ditch.

I come from Soviet plebeians,
Inescapable in work and in battle, I
have a neighbor, Konobeev,
I drink vodka with him on Fridays.