Last night I stood and smoked on the balcony. I see this picture in the house opposite.
On the 3rd floor, a man is smoking, lifting his head out of the window. On the floor above stands a small company drinking beer young guys, 20-23 years old.
In general, one of them spit on the head of the man and the crowd "silently" hides.
A man, what do you say, oh oh?
They replied, laughing, like a bird flying and guessing.
The man hides, after a couple of seconds comes out with some shell (board) and dumbly pushed out of the window, throws it into the window, where the youth stands, and scatters it.
The broken glass clock, pause.
The young man begins to scream something, for which the man gives a genius phrase:
"It's the same bird that crawled on my head, now it's not web@la you in the window.