When I was 15, I had friends who were four years older than me. And as a boy I was grown up, a sportsman – nothing different from them (in terms of appearance).

As - then once we went to visit girls, and I got a couple of girls of their years. So we rest, we drink wine, I tell stories differently - and the girl will fit, and the edak, and the straw in her eye should be looked at and the shirt repaired...

In short, we went to accompany the ladies.

I, leading the lady to the cottage, stand, say goodbye, and she asks me: what is the biggest car you know?

I’m wow, Belaz, 40 tons, wheels from home!

This is the brake of this white! and left...

When I told my friends about this, I didn’t understand what happened.