I remembered the old joke to get to the girl, decided to go. I sit in a cafe, two girls are sitting at the table in front of me, and I think, “You will become my victims.” He wrote on the servette, “Let’s have dinner. Yes, smile to me. Make a salad.” I handed the servette to the waitress. The girl read, looked at me, smiled, stood up and made a salto!
Life did not prepare me for that.
P. S. met, ate dinner, became a gymnast