It was 15-17 years ago. I, a young and without a tower, walked on a walk, stayed with the girl. In the morning, a little confused by what was happening, I noticed that the girl was very confused by something. Or worried about. He looks away, and smiles somehow through force. Well, I decided that the snoring entertained her all night, nothing terrible, and comfortably said goodbye, went to the service. After staff troubles, when I got back for lunch, I began to remember something...I felt like I woke up at night because of the noise. And said something. And the fact is that I lived at the time in a dormitory where a lot of mice lived. All together, all together, they were poisoned and destroyed by traps, but every year in the spring (when the water is poured into the coves) and in the autumn (when it becomes cold to live in the field) mice stormed our community. I fired them during the day with a pneumatic ISH-53M pistol, and at night these bastards shattered on the floor, sometimes preventing me from sleeping. And I powerlessly watered them with a selective mat... Feeling sinful, in the evening I come to a friend, and I begin to tell her about the mice, the gun and the communion. Gradually my girlfriend’s face becomes more fun. Then she told me what happened last night. She got up in the middle of the night to drink water. And when I returned, it was a little rumored, which I, accepting the noise of a friend for the noise of mice, lifting my head from the pillow and looking into the wall, said loudly and clearly, "STILL! I will shoot Nader!”