I met, therefore, my friend with a beautiful girl, fell in love with her and immediately wished. My friend looked at the girl too, but she honestly warned him that she was married, and her husband worked at OMON. My companion decided to show the girl what a macho he is and that he is not afraid of anything. They met in secret for about a month, and one day a girl calls my friend and says, "Come to me for dinner today, my one has been sent on a business trip." Well, my friend, not thinking long, bought a bottle of wine, condoms and went to visit his mistress. We drank, smoked, engaged in wild carnal comforts and here... Ups – knock on the door. It’s like a mammoth is at the door. Then there is a riddle: “Woman! Go open, fucking, I’m here!” My friend, with wild eyes of horror, begins to run around the apartment in search of shelter and can not find it anywhere. Not thinking long, he grabs his clothes and goes to the toilet. Meanwhile, the woman, also all white of horror, opens the door. At the threshold stands her husband, an omonoviec, sprinkled drunk, with a bottle of vodka in his hands, and broadcasts to the entire entrance that, said, he was sent on a business trip, but immediately returned for unclear reasons. And he adds: - All, let me go to bed, only first to fuck up... My friend barely dive into the toilet. Been drunk is not a joke. Apparently, in an emergency, my friend’s brain worked a hundred times faster, and he found a way out of the situation. Since the toilet was narrow and not covered with plates, he dropped his socks and, with his feet and hands in the walls like a spider-man, fell under the ceiling. And the house of Stalin - the height of the ceilings is decent. He came down, therefore, and is sitting neither alive nor dead of fear. Meanwhile, the wife tries all sorts of ways to put her drunk husband to sleep so that he forgets about the toilet. But, apparently, Omonovce was very much desired by need, and he went on a big way. He turned on the light, opened the door (at the moment when his wife saw that no one was in the toilet, she wept out of excess adrenaline). The man took off his pants and sat down at the toilet. He sits quietly and does his job. And my friend hangs under the ceiling and understands - what the pizza will be, if it is noticed here now. And it happened. Omonovec, in ecstasy after another effort, raised his eyes to the sky and saw... He saw a miracle, and it instantly passed through. Then he whispered, whether from fear or astonishment, and fell astonished. My friend, realizing that this was his only chance to escape, the bullet flew out of the toilet and blinked in the direction of the staircase cage. A minute later, the Omon-man was stunned, but there was no one on the ceiling...Happy end: The Omon-man stopped drinking. His wife stopped betraying him. My friend is now walking half gray and only gets to know the girls after making sure they are free.