From Annabaskakova:

Squeezing the stove in the washing machine, I completely forgot that in a little noticeable pocket on my shoulder I put my favorite flash. And washed it all in a sparing manner. The flash was given to me by a very good person, and it was a pity to horror.

"Speed the flash with rice"—advised the brother. I buried the flash in a bowl of long-seeded rice and thought that with my current dispersion, it was not enough to forget about it and cook the floors from the flash.