I was walking with my daughter in the playground.
A lot of children, parents. The idylly was disturbed by a thick, swollen boy, who ran into the venue with a nervous cry with a crushing voice: "Vika! by Vika! Where is Vika?and "
Of course everyone was interested. His father is confused.
A fat boy runs toward the girl, with the sound of "Chop!", pulls a chop-chop out of her mouth and says, "Well, Vika, I just gave you it for a minute!and "