I’m on a trolleybus today, I’m holding on my assignment, and my grandfather is sitting next to me in the 70s. We are in a blockade and there is a fight at the stop. Moreover, they pin so that someone's puppy is broken and the puppy flies in all directions. The people around are crowded, they are thirsty for sights, they are not in a hurry. But then someone realized that it would be necessary to stop this show and rushed to start, for which he got a morder from one of the heated drachuns. The man flew away, thought for eight seconds and rushed to the man who gave him a tooth. Instead of muting, he began to mutilate him.

We went further, and then the grandfather said in all hearing:
In Russia, puzzles can be obtained for anything.