Looking at the girl in the embrace with a milipizdric dog, spinning out of the trousers ropes, with the intelligence of the marmelade, who told me that "I will not drink this drank for 450p" I remembered: as we (2 friends and 2 babies) in the year 94, when we were 14 years old, and the grandmothers at 17, spotted at night, from the turntable of my motorcycle "Minsky" 98% alcohol diluted with water from the column and spotted him to cheat with the same water, and the grandmothers were happy that they were drunk and now would be specifically fuck. That’s where I understood... Yes! I’m a regional director, 14 years ago, and I’m fucking who I am now! It is :)