We had a very funny psychiatrist. Aunt Ahovo loved her work, and all of our classes were conducted with great enthusiasm.

Once in practice she joyfully said: Today we have an interesting patient! Let us communicate with him!

She brought out of the chamber a tiny little man, somewhere 160 height, kil 50. He sat next to us on a chair. They began to ask:

Sasha, why are you here?

I don’t want to go to a prison psychic.

And why?

My mom and sister said it was bad.

Why did my mother and sister get there?

They killed people, their voices told them.

The voices talk to me too, so I came here.

Who is talking to you?

Three beautiful girls from space.

What are they saying?

The man silently wrapped us in the eyes.

I want to kill you all, but I don’t listen, I don’t want to go to a prison psychic... bad there.