Timothy’s son, a good man. I am sitting, I am gaming. I hear something happening behind. I turn around – he’s shooting the coward – they’re in the shit. Hernia, he throws them into Daddy, and runs to the side of the push. On the way, they lay larvae - one after the other. The first, blade, on the couch, the second and third - the dad under his feet. I didn’t even have time to say. I run after him, in the corridor I bend another bunch and already at the entrance to the push I slide on the fifth and lay my back clearly in the fourth, mla!!! The whole apartment in the shit, the whole dad in the shit, the whole bathroom in the shit, the carpet on the couch and the carpet on the floor is just an artistic mosaic. I cut off the second hour. And the guilty after washing his ass pulled the bed on the bed, scattered it, lay down, hid and fell asleep with the sweet sleep of the righteous. The young man!