Ricochet

It was a long time ago. At the entrance of my acquaintance Katie began to gather teenagers. They drank vodka on the stairs, cuddled loudly, smoked, and, judging by the smell, not only tobacco, but, and not only smoked, cried, junked and all sorts of pigs. They were heard from the first floor to the last. Katya tried to cut them in a good way, saying, here babies sleep, the old people want to rest, and in general people live, would you go to someone's house or at least stop weeping. Of course, she had no success. Young people, smiling, told her that one of them lives in the same entrance, has the right to be there not worse than her, and they are his guests, but on the stairs they like more than in the apartment. Apparently, the parents of this flower of life were not delighted with his friends.

The other would despair. Katya worked as an engineer for years. Young people gathered two floors below. Throwing potatoes into them would be counterproductive, and membership was not part of the catch of intent. She found a dirty but whole plastic bag, filled it with water, tied it up and quietly stepped to the flight. On the third floor, laying their backs on the periphery, two smoked and swallowed, the others next door passed a glass around. Katya targeted and threw a bag into the company. The calculation was that he would not harm anyone, but that pleasure will no longer be, wet citizens in the winter on the staircase will not throw.

But not everything went according to plan. Although in general, Katya was a sporty woman, she did not get above the three in casting. And here her hand trembled, the bag flew past the third floor, knocked on the perimeter of the second and jumped back onto his platform. By chance, a second earlier there came out a neighbor in a training suit - whether he could not stand the scream of an honest company, or just decided to smoke. The neighbor was a mighty, thick-headed man under two meters tall with a tender expression of the face, you will see at night - you will lose your sleep. Katya, who noticed the neighbor after her targeting, watched with horror how the baget flyed past the third straight into his face, whispered something, but behind the screams of teenagers nobody heard her. The meeting of the neighbor with the packet was very effective. There was a sprinkle fountain, at the same time a fountain of pronouncement erupted from the man. Wiping out the straws from the skull, the completely wet neighbor with a roar: “Oh you... so you’re broken! I am you now! I am for you!Purposefully and lightning-bearing, like a bear up a tree, rushed to the third floor, deciding that it was a greeting from the hoppies. Who would think otherwise?

All this happened in a couple of seconds. Katya did not follow the development of events, which took such an unexpected turn, quickly rushed to herself and closed the door to the castle. From the stairs, screams, mat and somewhat exhausting pulling were heard. Five minutes later there was total silence. No more company was there.