Sergey here recently went to his passion, they were going to the cinema. Irina, like any decent girl, naturally was not assembled, he had to wait. It is worn around him with clothes, then with shoes, then with a hairdresser. Everything is almost ready, the last strokes. Suddenly brakes next to at full speed, a little bit of the heels on the home tapes did not stumble, and knocks himself on the forehead with the words "Oh, the pad should be changed, or the shaker will be!" Directly into the bathroom. Sergey is such a morphologist, not a moralphagus, of course, but this is somehow too much... From the bathroom, a thunder of minutes for three, then silence. The door opens, Irina comes out with the clothed sleeves of the costume and with the key in her hands. “Sorry,” he says, “I’m just hairing up now and I can go!”

At that moment, Sergey decided for himself that Irina should be married.