There is a man in our office, let’s say, Igor Viktorovich. He is well for forty, but his soul is young. The spirit of adventure is alive and beats the key.

At one of the sidelines, when everyone had already drank a little and had conversations, jokes, stories.

Igor Viktorovich suddenly stood over the table. Attracted the attention. And he said, “Friends, let’s smoke the same thing! I have it!”

No one would mind, but Igor Viktorovich, where did he come from?

- And I was cooked, he said cuddly.

Who is?

The children smoked in the garage. I was ashamed and took it.