My sister burned. Standing in front of the mirror, he is going to paint. Takes a toner, says:"Taak...the groundwork is gone!", smells the face. He sees something wrong. Under the vivid nickname "Yes... the truss went!" applies powder. After that, he looks critically into the mirror, takes the body, opens it and cries: “Laki, paint, enamel!”And it"s the color of the skin. He looks satisfied at his reflection and gives out:"The section is finished. Take the work."