Once I went to pick up my wife from the New Year's corporate. In the evening, wet snow with rain, and also on the ground flour of snow, water and dirt.

I see a guy with a girl. Young yet completely. The Loved. He presses it to him so that it does not freeze.

And time is something that should be like the last route, but it may not be.

I still have an hour before the official end of the event.

I stopped and said, “Sit down!“”

They refuse.

They say there is no money, the route will wait.

I tell you to sit down for that.

He has persuaded.

They went all the way, thinking about what...

And I just remembered how when I was still dating my wife, I often came back on foot in the rain and snow because I missed the last route. And nobody ever took me away.

In principle, Zhirinovsky was best arranged. 1946 to 2022.