I go on the bus. In front of me sits a real blonde with an expression of the face, which lacks the slightest sign of intelligence. He gets a mirror, a cosmetic, and begins with such diligence "string" the face that it seemed like a hole is being wiped out. And it would be nothing, but in the most responsible moment, when she began to paint her lips, her phone ringed on the entire bus, which was the melody "In my head of the stove-not trouble" and so on. People just fell out :)
Can you tell me, is it only in Voronezh that honest blondes live, or is there anywhere else?