We arranged a drunk in the shelter yesterday and the neighbor made the whole bed, and here he went today to change the bedding and there was a dialogue with the castilian:

Q: Can I change clothes?
K is passing.

Going in, she laid out a billy, the castilian looked at the spotted prostates and gave out:

K: I’m not going to change that dirty thing, go wash it first and bring it.

I went and bought a new set of beds and shuffle.

By the evening, the commander gathered everyone for Saturday, comes to our room and says

Going to Saturday.
The neighbor gives
- There is dirty, first go then I'll be on Saturday and I'll go out.

We ride like horses at the comedy eye for 5 rubles. I explained laughing =)