We stood here in the universe in the smoking room, and the door from the dining room immediately goes out into the smoking room, but this door is grid-shaped and almost always locked... this is a prehistory.
The history. We stand, we smoke, here a cat runs out of this door, looks around with wild balls and runs to the iron gates, they are locked, she finds a click there, twice as little as the cat itself, tries to crawl into it, does not get, she begins to scream loudly and long... we decided not to eat in our dining room anymore...