I ask the believer:
Where are the keys?
In my pocket! He sits on, and paws.
I went in jeans. On the left is the road, on the right is the small. In the back left - passport and pass, in the back right - phone and card.
Okay, I lay in the jacket.
On the left - gloves, on the right - a hat. Inside is paper money.
I look at the jacket carefully and find two more pockets. On lightning, behind the usual sideways.
On the right - a multi-foot, with a bunch of figovins, a screwdriver and a lighter.
On the left is Yoyo. The keys! Separate from the car, from work, from home.
Did I think he could do without a bag?