I go to work, the window is open, I smoke, the music plays, the stream moves quietly. In front of the left row is a military truck, and there are soldiers in it, obviously timepieces, guys at all. The form is new, not blurred, sitting like a cow, whoever served - will understand. And one, when looking at me, had such eyes that I immediately understood - I want to smoke, and not. Well, I guessed for a moment, and threw them a package started in the body. Oh, you would see their faces! I broke the package in a moment, smoked all at once, swallowed my hands, licked. A soldier is needed for happiness.