I call my boyfriend home. And now he has a new fun: he took somewhere right and is all the time fighting with her. The Conversation:
I: How is it?
He: Yes, he came from the universe.
I: What are you doing?
Where is the cement on the third floor?
I am O_O
* Through the whisper of the rack I hear a voice: "Right, right!"*
He is: to the left! to the left!!! to
I: What are you doing there?! to
He: Yes, I caught the frequency at which the builders communicate, there is a construction nearby... here I play with them... listen, let me call you later, soon the working day will end, and we still have so many things not done...