The store, to the extent known, for sale, etc. “Arafats,” they are shamaks. The headsets are. There are three - two children of Omonovs and a seller. One child is an ordinary closet somewhere 190cm and kilos under 120, all of this, but in comparison with the second - it looks like a medium-sized, because the second resembles a dwarf, proportionally increased in size to a height of under 2 meters. This healthy man tries to wrap the schemes according to the seller’s instructions and quietly cries:
- Fuck, how do I get that shit, I can't do the size is small?
- No, the biggest, no more, - the seller replies unconsciously, looking at the shirt.
The second child quietly shakes in the fist:
We have a small one, right? When we were in the emergency, he was the only one who was allowed not to wear a helmet.
Why is? The seller asks.
They were still sitting on it like tubes. The anti-gas is like a respirator. Somewhat immense.