I brought a couch today. I packed, I packed and I collected. A couple of clients are watching. At one point I had to move the couch. I asked for help from the strong half of the couple. They moved and a terrible smell of curtains floated through the room. Something happens.

I collect further. Customers also watch from the doorway. Almost at the end of the process by the edge of the ear, I hear the client’s girl pulling the air with her nose, breathing, and in half a voice so asking her young man, “Again he?“”

This shit comes out from the mole of that seranul, and it also fell on me.