The prehistory girl of the group has been running after me for two weeks, asking me to reinstall the OS on the buck. I agreed to bring a boot flash and do everything during the pair. So then:
We are sitting at the last couple in the semester at the cafeteria. He is delighted that we are going to be in charge right now.
The audience is quite quiet, everyone tries to repeat something before the start. I’m sitting behind the last batch, this gorgeous girl behind the first. He turns to me and says complainingly, “Maxim, can I give you something?”
The silence of the tomb, even of Zaf. and cafe. He is silent, waiting for the continuation. I have endured the Mhatov pause-no, I may first give up, tolerate.
After all got out of the pool. and cafe. I got an automatic account.)