Before the New Year’s Carnival. A few years ago, a friend was going to marry a girl. She is beautiful, spectacular, but she is horrible. A friend did not react to the hints, and nobody decided to tell him directly. And here we gathered in the countryside house with the intention to arrange a costume party for Halloween. We sit down and discuss who will be who. A friend proudly declares that his bride will be a vampire. To what one of the companies, already well underwritten, says thoughtfully:
Yes, she sweats a lot...
My friend, by the way, did not marry.