Balin, the evening ended worse nowhere... I didn’t give Yulka
Listen, shut up, want to know, puppy, what is the worst ending of the evening? It is when after a protectively exhausting day of work you go with a full plate of hot borscht into your room to calmly eat and watch a relaxing movie and on the road you remember that for two days at the entrance hangs an embrace, that in the evening the electricity will be cut off... without having time to look at the clock, you find yourself at the Negro in a deep ass. Walking along the azimut in half a step from the note, you hit the tail of your beloved cat, who in the darkness without any problems finds with his teeth and nails your gentle neck... and falling with the hellish mate you pour your note and your beloved with a very delicious and Warm Borsche... I write this from the phone.
Oh, oh, so I had a wonderful evening.