Leonov: Right before the New Year, my favorite four-legged friend, the couch, fell ill. I shrugged my hands and praised the doctor’s couch with a loop and a screwdriver. During the treatment process, balls, long-forgotten toys and lost cartridges were removed from the couch to the Nerf pistols. The master smiled and told how a month ago, right in the heart of the client's couch, in the space between the back and the mattress, found a not-to-play Makarov pistol. The owner grabbed his hair - he was expelled from the forces a year ago for the loss of tabular weapons. Here is the same. And the whole year the man slept badly, expecting someone to be killed from his gun and the story will get a continuation. And now what should I do with him? he asked the masters, shrugged his hand and went to the store.