It was with one acquaintance.

Comrade was tired in the institute, drank a little, came home, laid down fairy tales. Here he felt a slight discomfort, wanted to shut down - as a man of culture shut down in a cellophane bag, threw it out into the window, so as not to burn (he lives on the 11th floor). He went back to sleep again, after a while again wanted to shut down - repeated the procedure, the second pack also thrown out. In the morning, his father asks him "you how did you feel yesterday?" He says "normal, and what?" It turned out that at night came a neighbor from the sixth floor, very, very bad. The man was sitting in the apartment, the window opened. Here, he says, from somewhere on top comes a bag of blueberry, hits the carniz over the window and breaks naked, spraying the contents of half the room. Well, nothing to do, the man with the matts begins to clean up, wipes off the window - and here comes the second package with blueberry, also breaks and wipes up not only the half room and the half-man.

That's what I understand - it's not bad, and you are soppy with kilimpliz post here.