The only difference between a bank and a taxi dermatologist is that a taxi dermatologist scratches the skin only once.

Lydia Petrovna came out of the entrance, turned to the house and found through her eyes the windows of the daughter’s apartment. From the kitchen window, two grandchildren smiled. The six-year-old Nikita showed the big finger of his right hand. The grandmother in response, smiling, showed ten fingers and threatened with a mark, which meant: in ten minutes, my mom will come, look, don't bother! Nikita cleverly shrugged and shrugged his head. Giving a backbone to a three-year-old brother, he urged him to sneeze as a sign of consent.

The day was a miracle! The fresh snow was appetizingly crushing under my feet. The trees, carefully wrapped in pearl clothes, gave the feeling of a tremendous expectation of magic. Lydia Petrovna rushed to a date with a girlfriend. Luba just came from the sanatorium and offered to meet in the cafe. They will sit at a separate table, hit a cup of coffee with a liqueur, chew ice cream, thickly rinsed with chocolate, and will talk, talk. I missed it! Could something wonderful happen? Lydia Petrovna dreamyly struck the glowing eyes, her face broke down and acquired a cuddly expression. The walk became smooth. The coat did not hide the exciting movements of outstanding parts of the mature body. Despite the euphoria, Lydia Petrovna gladly noted that men are paying attention to her. “Why not,” she thought, “fifty is not an age yet.” Two men, bypassing her, looked around, and smiling widely, tossed their tongues and showed their fingers: "What does good weather do to people!"

My friend is waiting next to the cafe. “Lyubochka!” Lydia Petrovna shouted joyfully and opened her arms to embrace. To her great surprise, Luba instead of a greeting walked behind the back of a friend, and from there the outrage spread: "Here is the Arharov! This is the helmet I did with my grandmother! Okay Nikita, I’ll put you in! And you, grandmother Lida, probably went here and played all the way with her steep hips? Here I will pour him!” Loba came out from the back of Lydia Petrovna. In her hands she held a removable gate made of a black and brown fox pulled from her grandmother's coat, with a glow that played the role of a tail.

The State Duma is preparing a bill to mitigate the punishment of officials for forced murder, forced theft and forced prostitution.

The case was in July. Our equipment is outside the city. There is an admission commission in the technical school, former nine-grade students bring documents for admission.

I am the director of the technical school, 52 years old, I consider myself a man at the height of strength.

I have to go to the city administration. I go out of the building, side-sighted, I see two girls out of the reception committee. I get into the car and start moving. I stand next to the girls. The girls don’t know me, I know them too.

I am I, D is girls.

Ladies and gentlemen, hello. In the city?

D is yes.

Sit down, I will take you.

I looked and sat in the car.

Did you come to the Technical?

D is yes.

So I decided to raise them.

I. And you were told in school that you can’t get into a car with strangers?

D has spoken.

Why did I sit?

And here they offended me.

If he were a driver, he’t sit down. What are you afraid of?

I bought a Korean apartment. Korean carrot was scattered on the market

Well, after making repairs, I decided to put the apartment on guard, as she is not often at home.

The technicians put the controller, sensors, volumes and brought to the security controller.



As soon as we come to that house to work the alarm - the hostess stupidly forgot to remove from the guard.

I apologized, said he went to the toilet, and here you have already arrived.



Just decided to leave, as it fits and knocking eyes into the floor asks - and you can in the bedroom your cameras to remove, or my husband and I the second year in the bathroom fucking already)

It’s uncomfortable when you look.



It was invaluable to see her facial expression when she was explained that it was not a camera at all, but volumetric motion sensors.

Oh, and my husband and I in the bathroom for the second year fucking where your cameras are not!

We have acquaintances, they are for a healthy lifestyle and healthy eating. Making pasta without gluten, products only natural, from alcohol - no more than a throat of red dry, and cake or sausage - no-ni!

How many of them I remember: sweets and sausages are completely negative.

Well, they came in means somehow on an appetizer, talk-eat. We, of course, all on the table, cheese, tomatoes... half-cocked sausage.

I see, a friend on the sausage sat well. I am not sorry for health. But he seemed to have rattled, haram and all that.

I ask :

You don’t eat sausages, right?

And he so, chewing and swallowing, seriously, without blinking the eye:

I said we won’t buy it.

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It was a long time ago... I came to my friend who lived with my parents. I didn't know them, but she somehow told me she had a very strict father. Apart from her friend, there was no one at home, and we, after drinking a cup, went to her room.



Only we fell into the bedroom, as we heard the characteristic sound of the opening lock on the entrance door. A friend pushes me and whispers:



Hide on the balcony!



I catch a piece of our clothes and jump out onto the balcony, and a friend, wearing a hoodie, closes the door behind me. Well, at least the balcony was partially closed, or you can imagine how I would look from the street. I immediately recalled anecdotes on this topic.



Pulled so that I wasn’t visible through the window, I started feverishly sorting out my things and dressing. I’ve never dressed so fast, even in the army. In the twisted position, it was difficult to stretch the jeans, but I managed.



Simultaneously with acrobatic exercises, I listened to what was happening in the room. There was a knock at the door and I heard the following conversation:



Are you home?



Yes to Dad. Why are you so early?



I decided to eat lunch at home. Get me something faster.



Well, I am fast now.



What, did you sleep? Is the bed not cleaned yet?



My head got sick and I decided to lie down. Go to the kitchen, I will clean it and come.



Suddenly the door to the balcony opens and I hear a whisper:



Go on faster! While he’s in the kitchen, I’ll take you. When you get out, wait ten minutes and knock on the door and I’ll introduce you!



And it’s true: not a boy anymore, as much as you can hide. I go out into the hallway, grab my shoes and climb the staircase cage in some socks. And there, on every firefighter, I go down one run down and start shoes. I am fortunate that no one has caught me in this work.



At fifteen minutes later, as if nothing happened, I called to a familiar apartment. A minute later the door opens: my friend stands on the threshold, and her father is behind her. We are playing an unexpected meeting, and I finally get to know a strict parent.



We looked at each other, and I noticed in his eyes a barely contained laughter. Apparently in my gaze he caught a silent question, because, as if unknowingly, he looked at my feet. And then it came to me: my crosses from the very beginning stood in the most prominent place and he immediately guessed everything! I raise a guilty look at him and slightly press his shoulders. He, no longer restrained, smiles and says:



Go to the kitchen! Let’s eat lunch together!



I immediately penetrated this man with deep sympathy – and he is not strict at all, but with a good sense of humor.



And my future wife never learned that our trick with her failed and we burned so helplessly.