There are 11 million people in Moscow. It is almost impossible to meet at different times and in different areas. I thought so, but God is not a freerunner. In general, I eat it, I don’t touch anyone) Let me think I’ll go to the store, eat I’ll buy. I ride. And at the very universe, I get on the wheel into a huge pit. It seems that the speed is already small, but you can see in the pit the hole is painfully deep. The most beautiful fountain from under the wheels, from the legs to the head, I shed the dirt of a man. Meanwhile, I think it was uncomfortable how it went. And faster down from there, the shob not to say so.
Apparently by chance, I didn’t want to, but funly washed. The evening. I come home, I go from the parking lot home and already in the yard, exactly according to the same scheme I get my portion of peat. Only that driver and wash will not work, the courtyard is impasse. I go to him, splashing out the sludge from my mouth, thank you, I say, already washed so washed! He - sorry brother, I didn't intentionally, I went to the "Five" today exactly the same way. I say, in Kerch, the black Ford Mondeo?
He – Ah.... And we stand on each other with our eyes knocking... Then he approaches and almost whispers out the brilliant phrase: – Listen, friend... And let us now believe in God... ))))