We had a costume party. Dressed Darth Vader, everything as needed - a mask, coat, sword, black clothes. For a pudding chic she wore a tie with an imperial strike car on the backdrop of the sky. There was nothing in the mask to breathe, so I had to take it off from time to time and stretch it on the fist.
At the end of the day, a lot of noise – oh you! The Clown Costume! And who are you...? I thought you were a black wizard. Are you a black cat? Are you a player? But the winning question was: are you probably a star? ... AAAA, shit, star count, how??? To my logical question – why the star count? – there was no less logical answer – well, the stars on the tie! The curtain.