Put the cable on the roof.Dark and the lamp is dull. During the work, the partner told striking stories about bombers who attacked from their backs, about slugs, etc. They talked and went on with the cable.And then they heard that someone was walking on the ceramite; listened, the lighthouse was devoted in all directions - no one. Well, I’m saying that more bombs will fly, they’ll blow our heads and they’ll eat us down. Only said this, as I got on the head - in the eyes everything bleached, I think everything... Khan us.. attack of bombs. Looking from the ceiling, the candlestick hangs and the bulbs blink so sinisterly. Attack of Ept.