Elly: It was last summer. I am sitting on a bench in the park, such a little girl, warm up in the sun, waiting for my faithful. And as usual, my luck works - literally from nowhere, a drunken guy in the style of "hop" comes out. He comes to meet me. Posted near the bench, bleached something, finally issued a member question - who am I waiting for here? Hearing that I am waiting for my boyfriend, the guy apparently decided that he was unobtrusively sewn off and said: "Oh! And the guy is also a boxer, probably?")) I honestly answered – "No, the knight". And what "?“" And then he was so kindly knocked on his shoulder from behind. He turns – and behind him is my unseen standing. Just returned from the roll) Cutting the seedling in the shoulders, in one hand a helmet, in the other - a tail (only taken in the battle) and a collar in brown spots (accidentally the paint was spilled, but only I know about it))). And politely says, “Well, I’m a knight. Gopnikek looked at him from the bottom up, apologized and disappeared. I’ve never seen people shake up so fast 😉