I stand on the first floor, waiting for the elevator. In the entrance comes a mother with a little daughter, who, for an unknown reason to me, is filled with a ringing dog whistle.
She tries to calm the child:
“Lise, sunshine, enough, you put the whole entrance on your ears.
But Lisochka, uncomfortable, wears out around her mother and doesn’t stop cuddling.
And I’m squeezed, my head shakes, the mood is fucking.
As for Garcia:
Lisa is silent. The place!
The little girl immediately silenced and stood up.
Nice Lisa, you are good. and nearby! The girl obediently enters the descending elevator cabin.
I almost reached my floor. Mommy is smiling:
Thank you very much! I couldn’t calm her for half an hour.
And I got something so fun, I take it and scream at the door behind me:
Lisa is the voice!
And the happy cockroach went up...