All the technicians are a little dumb, especially after beer. The husband in the company of three friends yesterday sang: "Dark night; you, dear, I know, do not sleep and on the baby bed secretly betray me with someone. Then they argued for half an hour whether it was real to do it on a baby bed or not, and then they remembered Yaskina's bed and intended to conduct tests on it. I only remembered when I promised to charge the shovel of anyone who would risk leaving Yaska without a legitimate place to sleep.
XHH: It’s also good that mys didn’t remember how we checked it. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^