Please imagine yourself in my place, in the place of a healthy and quiet person who is the chairman of the TSO in his residential house. I recently had a fun incident, I sometimes drink sleeping pills (sanval), because I sleep very poorly. And here on Friday I came home after work, my wife at night (a doctor), took a couple of bottles of Czech beer, done the housework, walked out the cat and changed the toilet for the dog. I go to bed and drink a sleeping pill. I sleep. I woke up from the sound of the entrance door, the clothes. I want to point out that the door is such that if you shut it out, you can only open it with a key. Well, here - I wake up and understand that I closed the door on myself, why then leaving the apartment - I came out of this quarry completely naked. Do you know the state of despair and hopelessness of those few minutes when you quietly say out loud, when you want to cry, but understand that you are 28 and you are a man, even if you are naked? In this state, I decided what to do next, no phone, no keys to the car that is below - nothing. Only the naked ass and the temperature of the atur is about 5 plus. (In the Czech Republic, the entrances do not melt)



The option to stay behind the entrance and get stuck in the corner did not come - the neighbors in the morning will start to come out and fuck me. There is no way to run out of the street either. There are no alternatives - a deadlock, a failure. But no, the brain went away from shock and sleep and I began to think to whom can I from the neighbors I can knock on asking for help in the middle of the night (as I then found out was 3 o’clock) naked into the apartment? He picked all the options, and an old grandmother from below and a young couple from above, and a widow with a 10-year-old child. Finally I realized that the most painless thing for me would be to break to a neighbor from the 2nd floor, who was a fan of the soft-talk whom everybody held aside in our house. A neighbor from Latvia. Well, then, as I went to his apartment, looking around, I became more and more convinced of the correctness of my decision, and with the first hardly heard knock, I heard his voice whispered there, when he opened the door and looked at me, he began to laugh and let me without talking, also without talking he poured me in a glass of red wine, threw my blanket and gave me a PS3 joystick in his hands, leaving the FIFA. This is how I waited for my wife, in the morning began to look out the window, played with the Latish until the morning, the wife met quite drunk, thank God the Saturday, thank God the Latish.