We had one fucking injury. Trees grew nearby. There was a cable between them. Early in the morning after the change we decided that he was not there to do and used to film. The cable was removed, but I liked the idea. We picked up the guitars, walked in, and played (two, in clothes). A drunk man walked by and began to ask us what kind of stuff we are doing there. Half an hour checked. Well we came down, struck him on the mouth and let go. This picture went to the police! The doctor fell from the tree, the mouth was filled! We wandered, and the man in the fool...