A friend told her that when she was relatively small, 16-17, her parents divorced, her father, an imposing man of 45 years, took only a car, though quite bullshit, and regularly came on weekends, visiting the daughter. And in the day-to-day, he did very different things: dressed fashionably, sat in his fashion machine and cut out the streets. If he saw a cute girl, he talked, signaled and offered to ride. It always ended differently until it was over at all.

On that unfortunate evening, the girlfriend’s parents, as usual, patrolled the area. He saw some two sympathies, walked up, swallowed, opened the window and polently offered to ride. The girls walked forward and did not turn. Our hero increased the pressure and just began to insist that the girls ride with him. At the fifth minute, one of the girls turned around and said:

Daddy, you have gone away, right?