I came home today like a зае... tired tired. I use the apartment like a somnambul, there is a bell on the door. I look at the homeophone - a sensation of something with the machine and in the sphere. I think "Oh! Why did the turtles in the spheres come to me?" and then I remember that I came and didn’t turn off the alarm, and a group came. I open to betrayal and terrible inconvenience before the servants.
I didn’t turn off the alarm, right?
It looks like this with an unstoppable look:
– Yes not! We walked by and greeted. How is it?