I am afraid of the sellers. I decided in my favorite shop to stick, I thought, they won’t understand, but here’s the fuck:

- I have to drink twice and smoke once, then, pasta 900g, vitamin, and pressed beef for delivery.
(2 baked beers, a pack of cigarettes, half a kilogram of vermicella, one mandarin and 4 bouillon cubes)
You won’t believe: they gave everything they wanted at once... The girls-sellers from Zelenograd, who work in the “tile” in the 12th microry and next to that, if you read this, then know, I LOVE YOU! They are telepatic.)