At about 1 o’clock in the evening, I go from the subway home. Quiet, empty, no people
No cars, no one at all. Suddenly I hear from behind “to-smoke, to-smoke, to-smoke”,
Someone is running. Not one obviously. I look around, two people are running. Two men.
Taking for hands. But strangely so, not “left-right” as children walk, but
“Right-right,” one hand gets a sting, from this they run.
It is awkward, side by side.

The crazy and the day is recommended to miss, not the back.
Turn around at night. I went a little behind the cigarettes.
He pulled, and those from behind are already saying, “Stop, man!”
My brother!”

From dogs and midnight psyches to run for yourself is more expensive. I stand and wait. They run,
They swallow, pull up their hands.

The brother! Break up, be a friend!

Usually, like in my childhood, I beat the edge of my palm on my hands.

– Oh! Passive you brother, you have done it!

I go on, behind the shoes, there is a message:

Come on, call me now!
What, just a good luck?
And when? Time to call! You call, you say, “Lena, you’ll come out for me.
Married?” and that’s all. I understood? If you say yes, it’s a liter from you.
What if “No”?
Then say “Number is wrong!”