I drove on the big, I saw that you can cross the prospectus. But only if it is very fast. I think the insulting word “fool!” At least a dozen drivers were arrested. I join them with sadness. Especially because I had a large package from the conference on my shoulder. As the opening showed, paper. At the last few meters, his pen broke, and the bag fell between my right knee and the steering wheel. The knee went up. Those who remember physics already laugh.

The wheel turned and I flew like a bird. Looking around the surroundings, I understood where my flight would end – by a shuttle to the Union Press kiosk. Glass is unpleasant. I bended, saving my head, managed to get her into the window. I shaken my eyes, experiencing what happened. Inside the kiosk is a girl, cute, scared, nose to nose. Without removing my knockout from the kiosk, I whispered the most stupid phrase of my life: “Sorry, you don’t have the Truth newspaper?”

I still don’t know what fucking shit I’ve been doing. But it turned out to be the most correct phrase in my life - the girl started to sneeze, and we met :)