It was in zero. My daughter got sick and had to go to the pharmacy at night. At night, the pharmacy was trading through the window, and as I approached it, I saw a line of four or five people. He stood up for two guys of twenty years old, one of them was with a girl and unwittingly heard the dialogue of these Hussars.

1) How much will you take?

Well, Olya and I will have enough for six a night.

“Aha,” I thought, deciding that it was a prejudice, and I rejoiced for this guy and his Olya.

2) How much will you get?

Well, I’ll be with Lenka, and we’ll need a dozen.

“Damn to yourself! This is a party, this is Lenka,” I thought and tried to remember if such a night happened to me.

And here is his turn and he broadcasts to the pharmacy ambrasure:

Sell me the warrior. Ten of things.

and.

and.

Nubia... How is it?