In the distant school years, my parents closed me at home, my mother accidentally took my keys with her, and without them it was impossible to leave the apartment. But I am responsible, I need to go to school... Blessed at the veranda, the pine was growing under the window and I didn’t think long, on that pine I went down from the second floor. I came to school and it was the worst day of my school years. I hit five pairs in a diary, got a tick from senior teachers, sent to the director for bad behavior, he mocked me for a very long time. And in the middle of that shit I thought, I went to school that day, because with a clear conscience you could sleep until lunch, play the console and not do the niche. In the evening, my parents also made puzzles.