I once looked at the girl in the subway, and she considered me a maniac and a rapist. Then the girl went behind my back, and I almost forgot about her. A minute for twenty. When I got out of the car, I found out that the girl was coming out too. She turned frightenedly and, of course, saw my terrible fist. Here she ran away. But when I went out into the underground crossing and turned to my side, I saw that girl who, of course, just turned and saw it again.

Then I walked through the courtyard through the quarter, and periodically heard the knock of the heels. This girl was running away from me, sitting in the bushes, then making a hook through the hook, and, of course, the first thing she saw, running out of the hook, was my dark roof. Then she was making a new hammer, but when she was back on the road, my hammer was there again.

When I opened the entrance door and saw the girl waiting for the elevator, I realized that now it would be terrible, either she would die from a heart attack or hit me. So I asked her not to die and not to stumble, and tried to explain that I actually live here, so it happened. In my opinion, she didn't believe me until the end, but I didn't approach her, but, on the contrary, asked me to finally leave with the elevator, and I'd rather take the second elevator.

Those are terrible maniacs, chasing girls.