I went to an old friend out of town. It was in summer. My girlfriend was married at the time, and my husband was not at home. I come, so we sat down, wiped and decided to go swim in the river. The place was crowded, and I had no swimsuit. I had to swim in trousers. I took a bath, put my pants on my naked body, and put my wet trousers in a plastic bag. We went home, sat a few more hours, and I left for myself. I forgot her wet trousers. A friend calls me in a couple of weeks and says, “Dima, I’m terrified here.

I am her: what is it?

She: My husband, your cowards found. I took them out of the bag when we returned from the river, put them in the washing machine, and then took them out and dried them with other things. And, of course, machinefully put her husband in a box, to his cowards. He took care of the clean, put on yours, and said to me, These are not my cowards, Whose cowards are they? At first I tried to convince him that they were his cowards, but when he began to hysterize, I admitted that they were your cowards. That you left them. I was swimming in them and they were wet... But, do you know what is most important?

What is? I ask, I have already started to roast at this moment.

“He doesn’t believe me,” a friend replied. She cries herself.

This is such a story. My girlfriend and my husband divorced very soon, and I once said, “Pechkin, shit, you destroyed my marriage by your carelessness. In my own philosophical manner, I answered that it is impossible to destroy what was not the whole. He laughed badly.