It was affair. I went to my mom for business. Behind the fence a walk, songs, dances. and fun.
He came home, and here, the neighbor, through the fence:
Do you go to Chechnya?
Well yes, and what?
“Take up,” he said, “friend, you’re on your way.
No question, I say.
The body comes out, in a state between “fucking” and “now singing.” What do you do, we sat down, we went.
I won’t tell you how he fucked my brain, “You don’t hold the steering wheel, “gaze give it,” and so on. We walk through the bull, there are menta. They brake.
From that moment the show began. This spinoff, falling into the driver's window, pushing me into the seat, and fell: The reason for the stop, and show the documents, and I turned you all on the ass. I’m not sinless, but in my whole life, I’ve never been so ashamed and offended.
I can’t say how long I’ve been pudding my brains. As a fool, I tried to explain something. At this time, the body, splashing around the car, promised the mints the punishments of heaven. Hardly called out.
Okay, I let it go. We go. Mood is ruined. Orangutang again begins to catch up with the driving, teaching driving skills. And here I broke.
– Denis, I say, and you don’t want to suck? It is nice to sit on the track.
The patient was excited. I stop, release the dude to the side, then give up a little back, slow the door to clog, and go home with a brick face.
As I was then crucified, "And fucking he will hit you, and will tear your ass into slats." “You, Gandon, have abandoned a man. He had to walk twenty kilometers on foot in the rain. His wife had that still sprinkled saucer. The neighbor stopped greeting.
Am I ashamed? No is. Would I do the same again? Yes is.
This is such a story.