No, I am not a hanja and I do not treat drinking beer with indulgence, rather with active support, but, fucking, in the subway! Fuck the hunt! It would be okay... And what to expect from this man? You can throw anything out! I don’t like the eleventh. Whatever it is! I went back to the station earlier. But I already decided that if there was a girl, we would call her Donna! How is it? This is how alcohol, you can say, destroyed my personal life. Very instructive story.

Definitely a teaching story! The guy was lucky not to contact the fan of the eleventh doctor, which is called - miraculously escaped the blow of fate!