I return home from my graduate daughter, remembered that I left the cigarettes on the bar stand in the club, I approach for cigarettes to the closest kiosk from the house, in front of me is a drunk man (dirty, terrible, well in all respects no-kiss) and recounting the little things on the palm. I got in my head: the beer is scratching, here comes the turn of the lady and he says to the seller: I have condoms, from surprise I hiccunked, and the man turns and says: that the fool was delighted, not for you...