Eight in the morning, Saturday. I sleep, in the neighboring room a brother (aged 20 years) shakes.
A bell at the door. I am not in a hurry to get up. First, normal people at this time do not go for guests, and secondly, I am in demand, unwashed, unwashed, teeth not brushed, why to scare people?)
I hear a brother knocking at the door. Okay well I think.) It opens. I hear such a loud female voice: "VODOCANAL!"
Fuck, I think I’ll have to get up, I don’t think my brother remembers where our counters are. Here, I hear her brother knocking something and knocking the door.
I, knowing my brother, think: "Didn't he send her request?"
Behind the door is silent, no one is knocking, no clapping, no quarrelling. I became curious. I get up and go to my brother. The further dialogue:
I: Who has come?
Aunt of the Water Canal
What did I not let in?
Brother: Let her go
I: What did you say to her?
Brother: No, I said there are no adults at home, and my mother forbids me from allowing strangers home.)