A friend told me.
In the evening, it is dark, there are gentle guys standing - drinking beer. A man passes by—a small, small, almost old man. One bitch is suitable for him.
Are there no cigarettes?
He gave him a loud voice:
Nnet, I do not smoke.
And the puzzles?
The man turns - the kaiaak will give him a fist! Bydlan (healthy and was) - flies two meters away.
The man turned to the boys, and with the same thin voice:
I do not smoke, but I have my puddles with me forever.