<DAngel> Well, I’m back home that week, electricity from the gunman turned, I’ll meet ala hop, well electricity without semak chot.. :)
<Xela> yii..
<DAngel> Well, he didn’t come up with anything new, honestly so grit: like, give the cell phone to the grandmother to call, or is worried, said the old lady...
<DAngel> Well, what do I think a good person can’t help? I stretch my hand to the envelope with the cell phone... And he is watching closely, not until it breaks away... And here!!! to
<Xela> a whole novel.. :) Well what’s there?
<DAngel> At the moment when the envelope willingly clicks, opening up, the guy can’t withstand the tension and suddenly with all his cool дури beats me with his nose right into his fist! And he lay down on the ground at once (repose apparently) and let me brutally beat my shoes with my stomach and ribs.. lucky that they are so strong with me (47 size ;), military style).
<Xela> :D you are burning
<DAngel> Well, then he generally fell asleep (fooled of the poor probably, decided not to call his grandmother). I barely got my feet out of there.