I bought a new dress with a tie, all right, I look like James Bond. I went from the store to a friend for a birthday, on the way I had to go for another. I wait for him at the entrance on the first floor. The windows are mirrored, I look so clumsy and I start posing like James Bond. I pull my finger like a gun and say, “Bond, James Bond,” as the window suddenly opens, and the girl, barely holding back her laughter, says, “Let’s eat, please, calmly!”

Getting dressed and riding expensive cars in a country with low pensions and wages is a demonstration not of your success, but of a contemptful attitude towards compatriots.

In the early 2000s, my mom led me somewhere in the winter, and I did not hold her hand, but the handles of her bag for some reason (probably her both hands were occupied). And some cold decided to take my mother’s bag out of her hand and escape. It was only my rubber rubber from the wreaths that got stuck to the handle of the bag, and I was on the blade following the thief)) The unhappy thief dropped the bag, the security system "daughter" got a delicious, the blade did not suffer due to the thick-walled shirt "under the leopard"))

In Moscow opened a monument to the corrupt.
The giant wheel as a symbol of retreat.
It does not rotate. A sign that you need to squeeze.