Dad, and he is strongly over 30, decided to remember the fighting youth and break up in the first quack with his own son, who is almost 15. Duel up to 30 frages.
Number 29:28 in favor of the son. Dad’s cell phone is turned off. And here my mom calls.
Mish, are you at home?
The Son: Ah, Mom...
Come down, I am coming in.
Son: Ah... parsec... just knock your ass ;)
A second pause.
Mom: Well, both of you run to me, or both of you tear my ass!! to
Dad, he cries loudly so that his wife can hear him: Shab-Niggurat, have mercy... I blaspheme all your limbs...