Nefart was an employee of my counterpart, both worked in the early 80s in the design department of one of the research institutes: he twisted that "service romance" with a young practitioner, stayed in the evening after work right in the design hall. "A friend leads a girlfriend into full combat readiness, puts her on the table next to the culman and moves her, at the same time in real accidentally moving her hips to the slightly open box of the table, where, as usual, I didn't die on the way, but I could only walk a minute later, 40 minutes later, sex-working a week later, a girlfriend to the valerian came out of fear: in the most responsive moment, suddenly, holding on to the "unreasonable" rolls on the knees, then a barrel on the floor and begins to ride in convulsions, pale all, can not speak, only the mouth convulsive air is enough...