My friend and I were 12 years old when a friend’s father decided to take us fishing. Uncle Fedor is a single father and he was looking for a new mother for his son. In short, another promising madmuazelka went on a trip with us. I didn't like her - she whispered silently about some nonsense until her gaze struck the magnet. She also rotated the station for a long time, the drum, under her nose something about the "round" with the "dumb". Until I encountered a purely specific pop of the species "susimusiсюsipusi".
I still remember perfectly how the blood was poured over the neck of Fedi's uncle, a former motorcyclist and a brutal man in general, all his youth rushing through the former USSR... He barbed in front of his eyes, and we and a friend, knowing that the usual calm and balanced man, this means the extreme degree of exaggeration of the appearance - "Don't get in - I will kill," quietly pressed into the back seat of the car.
The girl didn’t notice at first, singing on the radio... But when she turned around... Imagine briefly the face of a man who was near a nuclear reactor a minute before the explosion. It was the same o-ce-pe-ni-e when a person is even afraid to blink. She quickly understood what was the cause and, judging by the scratching hand, rushed to turn off the unfortunate drum, but the spirit was not enough to even move to prevent the disaster.
It all ended well, simultaneously with the end of the song and the voice of the host - "And now it is time to release the steam and relax!"