My husband and I went to Paris to rest. We lie in the room, rest, here he suddenly fell asleep. I went away, no hour, no two, I went to look. I hear from the toilet.
Wish I would come here again. b.
I: What do you have there?
Man: Don’t let it go, I’ll go out and kill everyone to the devil’s mother.
I found the manager, he opened his card. As it turned out, if you do not wash your hands after visiting this institution, the door does not open.