Zionkv is today. The night. We lie on waltz. He begins to drive on my hand with his foot. Well, I think it’s itching, I mean. Driving and stopping. Five minutes later, this miracle suddenly disrupts, looks at me with an empty gaze and says, “Bad!” I was in panic, what I think happened? I stopped him, hurled on him: "What is wrong?". Fighting through a dream: "It’s bad that you’re not a grandmother..."