A friend made cookies on my mother’s recipe. Vanili only poured twice as much as needed by inexperience. So I brought them to work:
We went to lunch with Katyushka) Cookies are valued.
Q: Does she also have a shortage of vanilla in her life?
I am talking about the collective. She is just drinking tea and trying it (in the neighboring office).
XHH: Listen carefully
I am listening.
You will hear a deaf knock - the concentration of vanilla was lethal)
Oh fuck you! Go go you fuck!