I have a friend who works as a secretary in a lawyer’s office.
The victim tells.
“A neighbor from below called on my door at about two o’clock at night. I opened it. He had a bottle of cognac in his hand, and he said he wanted to get to know me closer, because he couldn’t sleep. I received it positively because I moved to this house recently, about a month ago. I think I was lucky with the neighbors. He ran and reduced the sound in the columns to get to know humanly.
He asked to cut the lemon and bring the cocktails under the cognac. While I was cooking everything in the kitchen, I heard a whisper in the room. I didn’t give it any importance... in vain!
When I came into the room, he asked me to connect my headphones to the TV and then sat me on the couch.
Then something incomprehensible began. I saw only my columns, big garbage bags and scotch. And then I remember that horrible music... for many, many hours.

The Explanation. The neighbor, who was shaken for a month from the overnight "white roses, white roses...", simply took three packages for street garbage, in two of them infused columns, and the third sprinkled on the neighbor's head, leaving his nose and mouth to maintain vitality, and fixed this structure hermetically with a scotch. Then he turned on his favorite album "Love May" and sat down to watch a movie in his headphones. He watched the movie for a long time. The movie is four, maybe five. And the client listened to everything and listened to his favorite music on the auto reverse, and at his usual volume.

PS from the victim: He didn’t give me to sleep at six. Every 10 minutes he kicked me in the side, and, lifting up his earrings, said that this drink for the May, God give them health and prosperity!
Do you know? I am now N-E-N-A-V-I-J-U!!! Let them die with their white roses!! to