She put her one-year-old son to sleep, his grandmother calls from Ukraine. In order not to disturb the child, I go out with the phone on the balcony. I talk, I tell my mom something. And here from the 4th floor, that under my balcony, a whirling and drunken voice of a man, something begins to weep exhausted and unclearly on the whole street. Mom gently in the phone: "Uti my beloved grandson there speaks!"
I was roasting so much that I barely broke the phone)))