I found someday at junior courses in the summer a job at the factory as a loader. The group was imported almost entirely from a neighboring village. The peculiarity was that although the brigadier lived in the same village, no one knew his name and surname, did not know how old he was - Lukich and Lukich, looked at 45-50.

We had Lenka - a aunt of thirty-seven or forty years, stunned, forever stumbling on everyone. I couldn’t fuck in three months of work.

Well, one day I got on a “guess how old I am?”

Well, I think I was allowed to connect, “Well, 33-34,” I say.

What are you, oh oh? I am 27!

I begin to say goodbye to life.

I thought 50! Giving out from the corner of Lucky.

Lenka became the color of cancer, stumbled on the spot and decided to avenge, for some reason almost a whisper:

What do you think about in your 60s? ! to

Lukic grew up, looked for a few seconds and admitted:

In fact, I am 75.

Over Lenka laughed a long time, she then went to the neighboring factory :)