In the clinic is not allowed without bacillus, the price of which is 5 rubles. And I’ve been there every day for almost two months and, to be honest, the frog has a breath of giving a coin every day. Therefore, I economically remove the cushions at the exit, carefully hide in the bag until the next visit.
Today, after the next procedures, I go down from the fifth floor of the clinic on the spare staircase, absolutely deserted. On the way I pull my shoes off. In the face of the man - the morda-golda-print - the classic image of the recetor of the 90s. I am frightened: "Do not throw, let me take!" I am, after wearing, stretching out the unfresh blue pieces...