I work as a waitress. There were two guys - thick, grown-up, on the face - a clear lack of communication with women. The first thought is the idols. Then I think, don’t have to be so bad about the Aitishniks, they’re cuddly...in general, I accept the order – the guys are cuddly, the salad compositions were asked up to the circle of tomatoes...in the end, they brought me, they started to cuddle. In retaliation they extend a book open to me "girl, sign, we really need". I turn, I read the name - "This submissive creature woman". I, breaking between righteous anger and whisper, say so wickedly, and even the Aitishniks were like (the one to the other, Sereg, we embarrassed our brave title and left, leaving a large sum of money for tea...