I have a boyfriend-neighbor, well, a clean goop with all the attributes. In the evenings, I often see him in the company of such guys with a steady bottle of beer and a sludge carrying from the columns of an old phone. This year he finished 11th grade, and according to the convictions of all the neighbors had to start his way on the "curved" path.

And here, I sit as an assistant in the university’s Admissions Committee. All as usual, the nervous girls running out with the "roads" of the body after the entrance exam, the baby boys with their moms, well, and just former schoolchildren.

My neighbor comes into the office. In a suit with carefully drawn arrows on the pants and a thick folder in the hands. I barely drink tea. During the interview, he was polite and talented. In the thick folder there is an impressive portfolio, in the certificate - one three. by chemistry. Balls – more than enough!

After the entrance exam, I run away to smoke, and I catch him on the doorstep:

Tyler is you? I did not recognize you!

“Yes, I,” replied the man, consuming the cigarettes, “what do you think I will do?”

“With your scores and interview, I’m almost 100% sure. I smile

He smoked and smiled:

And then it all goes, EPT! I drove to the area, visit the pups - and swallowed, I went to the stop.

I stood and smiled. Reverse rebirth has taken place