I try not to sit in the dark after midnight. But in life there is a flood of outstanding provisions. There was a girl who was deprived of a cell phone and I don’t know what else was there. I’ve never been a hero, I’m a sack again. But in such a situation, the man must still be a big shit to pass by, even if he convulsively taps the phone of our untouchable police away from the scene of the incident.

I decided to get into the pitch with a surprise. A surprise awaited me – they were three and not at all busty. Even my firm on eggs did not work - I managed to go missing, painfully lying down the wall.
Per it was fortunate, otherwise we would have hit the naphid at all. The rest of the fight I just jumped there in total darkness almost on one leg, like an additional rebellious babouin among the gamadrils, giving the girl a blow, it seems like it is still without a cell phone. Then I was specifically struck.
I got into the hospital wondering how many hundreds of recurring pain can be delivered day after day every passing fog.

At that moment my sister visited me. She was seriously fascinated by various teachings, how to treat life correctly, and quickly became a live advertisement of the compot that was being made in her head – she built up her waistline, became even worse and began to shine quietly from within with some very unobtrusive goodwill.

She never even tried to explain her teachings to me—it was like a five-year-old student who was trying to rub the theory of a bubble-turned universe. I replaced many hours of exercise, meditation and diets with running to work only to save time and not spend it on any kind of stuff. I was lucky in my life before that. In general, I was an extremely heavy audience for any preacher. But when my sister saw me in such a sad state, she felt pity and gave me a brief suggestion of just a pinch power – with an unexpected warmth she said everything she thought about it.

By the end of the day, I realized that the suggestion worked. I am now filled with gratitude to fate for not being stabbed in the past two decades. Especially in the nineties, when I was really alive as a miracle. And even these idiots began to arouse sympathy in me - in my body there are 742 bones, the spleen would die from envy, and after all, none were broken, except the nose - with such a number of p3duels it had to be wise or treat me very carefully. I even remembered that these Robin Hood fools, cleaning my pockets, immediately returned my insurance policy. I said to them at the time, “You’ve eaten it, and I’ll need it now.” All the doctors then, seeing the bloodshed as in horrors, treated me more carefully. And yet my gratitude to these hoppies remained somewhat tense – if I met any of them without a numerical overwhelming, I would answer without thinking.

But overall, the sister’s method worked. On the third day I felt such a tide of strength that I escaped the hospital – important papers were burning at work. The boss perceived my parish as a rebellion from the dead.
As it goes, the rumors about the injuries caused to me have gone through my life. He was pleasantly surprised that I would ever be able to go back to work, and especially that it was so late in a week, so as not to scare my colleagues. Thanks to my sister, I almost forgot about this stupid incident and only talked about the matter.
In response to the direct sympathetic question of the boss, I honestly listed the injuries received, of which only two broken bridges had financial significance. It was time to change them, but there was no money. Looking at my purple face, the boss easily signed the prize application for me personally, which he played off a week ago, and the application for my trip to a distant tropical country – this application was also previously hopelessly scorned. The time before the trip was just a month left to build bridges and break up with the blacks.

I looked astonished at the just signed completely non-passable papers and began to guess that I got into the right tone.
Margining with a swimming eye, I entered the story of the heavy share of my unit, which had not been raised for two years. As a result, three dozen people were charged a prize literally an hour before the closing of the calculation record – I’m not joking. In total, all these gifts drew about a million rubles more than the unfortunate fifty, pulled out of my breathless body three days before.
Nothing but a sincere gratitude I have felt for them since then.
I know they would take it as bullying.
But that’s their problem :)