I missed a barbecue gift set here yesterday. Everything would be great, but from the side it looks like an ordinary green school backpack of the late 1990s. And here I go I am so joyful (20 years, not shaved a week) with him on the street, and I notice that somehow badly all smoke on me, and one boy of 5-6 years approached and asks - "Uncle, why did you take the backpack from Petty". I have never seen a more sad expression of a child’s face.