The guy now told the story, as today wrote to him by a classmate, whom he had not seen for five years. He signed up and offered her to meet. At first, no, no, and then I agreed. He drops his address and writes, “Come.” The hour of night. The guy 20 minutes gathered, brought himself up, ordered a taxi, and rushed to the address. It goes. Upon entering it is an administrative building. He is like that, okay, writing to her that he is coming in. I am here, and where are you? It is like this: turn to the left now, look to that side. Do you see? He is such – no. And she is like that, then turn a little further to the left and go another two and a half thousand kilometers... I’m in Peter.



Then it turned out that in the third class he threw her on a date too. She came to him, and he slept without hearing her.



You don’t remember that? No is. And I remember...