I’m sitting at the window at night, smoking... Fifth floor. I dook, I throw a puddle, and what would you think? I get to my neighbor’s grandfather right on the baldness! The spark, the mat...
In general, breaking my head running with a wet towel down - apologize... And then this dialogue:
I: Here is the towel Valentine Petrovich, you probably burned
“Thank you, son, how did you get out of that?
I: Yeah, I saw you fall on a frog!
He said, “Don’t say, these are the wicked. Eggs would have been cut off, who knew!
I: They are really idiots! I barely got a bottle recently.