During a period of turbulent youth, I woke up after the club in the apartment of a cute lady. From the situation in the apartment it was clear that the night was not dark, and the head was already very heavy.

While the companion was preparing breakfast, he offered to go to the pharmacy for pills from the head and for a mineral to the store and, having received approval, rushed to go, good in THIS HUNDRED HUNDRED. There was a pharmacy and a store.

Upon returning with the shopping in the yard I realized: neither the number of the apartment, nor the number of the entrance, nor the phone of her. So I went home with a mineral and pentalgin and no longer saw it🥲