I met a man a little older than me. He looked at me when his dog was walking out. I was thirty-nine years old, but the acquaintance with Botox, the gym and beautiful dresses sometimes caused men to want to meet. We walked with him on our shore. They talked a lot, the man told stories about his life and even read poems. I listened to everything he told me, and on the third date I asked him, “Did you sit in jail?” What happened to him: he stumbled, his face crushed, he was terribly upset. He asked me, “Well, how did you guess? I watch the speech, and I have no words in prison.” He said that in his youth he sat for four years, for theft at the dachas. And all, the man is missing. Then he called me, he was drunk. I did not call him, of course.

It was not difficult to guess. We met and he told me what he was doing in the day, for example, "Today I was on the beach, I look at two mints there." “I went to the store today and met mints at the entrance.” And so three, four times. It seemed strange to me, for example, I don’t notice the police at all, I never see them anywhere. People see them around. I thought he was sitting. He sees policemen around him, sees enemies in them. However, a forty-year-old woman already notices too much unlike a young girl.