A friend at work one day began broadcasting with the appearance of a Messiah:

- I tell you, some hormones are added to female diets or something like that!

They ask him, why did you get it? And he says this:

My deodorant was over, and I couldn’t afford to buy it. I borrowed it from my wife for that time. And when I started using them all the time, my breasts started to grow!

I couldn’t stand it, I answer him, that his breasts didn’t grow from a deodorant, but from beer with a smoked roll, which he in a recent vacation chewed in liters and ate in kilograms. So he took and offended me because I did not take his warnings seriously.

And only one of his young colleagues approached him quietly to ask, "What deodorant does his wife use?"

Not a fool, but a man with a basic mental setup.

I traveled by train in Russia in the mid-1990s. The neighbor offers a drink, somehow he so well served everything: a bottle of good vodka, snack, snack.
I answer: I am a rather unprincipled person, but I have three rules. I don’t drink until noon, I don’t drink with strangers, I don’t drink in moving transport.

The man lost all interest in me, just looked out the window and did nothing.

It was twenty or thirty minutes. The crew crashed into the perron of a large station and stopped. The man immediately revived, looked at the clock (there was something like 12:07) and extended my hand:

and Nicholas!

The storm! There will soon be a storm!
Catch him guys. Tell your grandmother about the reader’s contest, an extremist fuck. Let me tell you this is a weather forecast.