From the heart:
I remember at the time the era of pagers was and we bowed over the root decided, left his pager number in the city dating service in the gay section, well a man at that time was doing the repair of compops, actually one pigeon dropped his number, they called, each thought of his now and actually Kirill went to him (thought the computer to repair), and that understandably...
Actually, according to the stories of a friend, a pigeon opens the door in a hoodie and says a cognac and so on, they drank and the boy says, let's do something, and Kirill looks at the computer like not where it is, barely dropped from there.
After a month he did not talk to us.