I go out of work somehow and approach my car (the "Ford Explorer" of the 1st generation), and under the door is a note: "Oksana, 8965176****".
Well, I am so all instantly broken up, say, the girl wants to meet, all the business! But I am married...
In short, I crushed this note and threw it out somewhere far into the swarm.
I sat in the car and went home. Upon returning home, I found with sadness powerful scratches on the right door. Casanova is...