He went to the hospital with pneumonia. With me in the room lie two old men complaining about the life. There is nothing to do in the hospital, decided in the evening to pursue online shooting in friends, the good is available notebooks. I lie in the bed, knelt on my knees, swallowed short rare (to not bother the neighbors in the chamber) phrases with team partners. At one point, I’m killed, and I’m still in the observer mode to wait for the end of the match, which lasted longer than usual. Tired of waiting, I ask in the voice chat "When will you finally die? “”

In general, I didn’t seem to be able to convince my grandparents that I wasn’t telling them.