Zizmo> In the guests of a familiar couple heard. The man reads The Secret City.

Yesterday the mosquitoes got the pps. He fell asleep at night! At three o’clock I woke up, all perforated like a shit! I think shit to you. He found a raptor, set fire and started walking around the room.
Wife: I wake up in the middle of the night from thunder and thunder. The husband, in the cowardice, masks the cane around the bed and something bubbles about vampires, Nosferat, death to all and so on... I decided that the man's cover was completely torn from the books...
M:...I feel like I’ve started enough with poison, it’s time to look into dreams. I shut down the raptor, I see — the woman in the bed is just lying...
J:...Turn your mantra and use it to me. I am stupid to refuse.
M:...I am dealing with the business, and I am waiting for the messenger to fly in my back...
J: I did everything normally. With feeling, with feeling...
I lie down, rest, listen to the broadcast. They don’t seem to whisper...
J:...And suddenly, with such hatred and satisfaction, he releases “A DEAD FACE???!!In the head there are: Cadillac, vampires, mantras, ritual sex...
M:...And in response a hysterical laugh and the answer: “Not yet.”