Once in the winter, I went out with a friend to meet the girls. There is a mode: in the afternoon they let go without problems, and at 10 p.m. the commander of all the guests accompanies.

We drink alcohol, we eat breakfast, we talk. Two hours later, under the influence of alcohol, the girl's hearts were shattered and they wanted warmth and affection, and then the time went to the evening. Naturally, you do not want to leave at all, and our ladies offer a brilliant plan. You need to bypass the building and enter first on the window grid on the first floor, and then on the blanket to them on the second.

In anticipation of love we walk around the building. I’m the first, it’s all fine. It was my friend’s turn. He’s a bitten guy, somehow enters, grabs the blanket and suddenly “BAH! » The spark is sparkling and the light is extinguished throughout the building, and a companion with a loud "mly" falls somewhere in the dark.

The girls are pushing me into the closet, and I am already boiling all over the community.

I stand in the closet. I hear the door to the room open.

Where are they?

Women in one voice:

Who is?

A horse in a coat. Judging by the senior voice, Commander. They cut off all the wires from the transformator to the shuttle.

Here the door to the closet opens up and he lights up with a lamp right in my head. I woke up and said the first thing that came to my mind:

I go to the theater with one adult.

The man was caught with humor. Finally, he says, we only go to the depot.

Then he breathes up, drops the lighthouse and says, jump in the window, there is a swallow, or I have already called the menta.

I jump in the snow and back to the house. That was the night of love.