Just happened. I am doing repairs in the apartment. I ordered a gas plate. The guys from the store both drag her to the fifth floor without an elevator on a very narrow staircase cage, I go ahead and clean up the road. Meeting a fat grandmother, obviously not to break up with her.

- Grandma, stand on the pitch, please, the boys carry the plate, they are hard.

I’ll go through first!

And as in the slow shooting went down...



I feel I am joining with her.