At 7 a.m. the dogs took me out. I walked there and went back, thinking about how much more pleasant it was to sleep in the bedroom in the morning than to sink out on the street. At the entrance, the car slowed and the driver asked, "What kind of house is this?"
I tried to wake up reactively and understand something, but I couldn’t. Therefore, I asked without concerns: "and what attribute of the house are you interested in?"
"I didn’t understand..." – the driver was upset.
I was very stressed and speechlessly re-formulated: "nnu... what would you like to know about this house?"
The driver stepped out of the window and made sure that no other living person could be seen anywhere. Then he also seemed to be very stressed, because he asked, “Is there a number at home?”
"see", I said encouragingly, "another thing! there is. The number is sixteen."
Uncle frightenedly covered the window and whispered over the glass: "and the body?"
“Third,” I politely supplemented and headed to the door, dreaming of returning to the world of dreams.
When I got to the door, he cried out to me again: "Ah! What is it?"