I went back with a friend from the ocean. Around the soul. The night. A young man votes on the road. I suggest you pick up, girlfriend - danuvonach!
We stop and select the voter. The perfume is resting, in the megapixel room. The body speaks and is silent. By mistake, I went the wrong way. I try to find out from the companion in the back seat where he is. In response, the silence and questioning look of a friend. I climb, quietly and loudly: “Dear, what do you think is better to throw the corpse out?”
The phrase from the rear seat: "I am not a corpse. I am still alive. I have a son. But you can throw me out where you like!" Curtains!