In the 1980s, she worked in a surgical receiver, receiving an ambal of 1.90 height and weight of one and a half centners with a broken butt. The neurosurgeon comes and begins to collect the history, and in the process the neurological hammer in front of his eyes leads, knocks on his knees and forearms.I don't know what this package in the backsmith has swallowed up, only he rushed to the doctor, crashed and melted under himself, one leg from under the package. To say that I was scared - not to say anything, there was no guard in those years, I was 50 kg. I soon called the department with the scream "our beats" and, while the doctors ran running from the seventh floor, I jumped up to the bunker and that was the strength struck my leg. Ambal knocked and silenced, and I feel his foot with the shoe coming out of my pants and I still have it in my hands. I stand, neither alive nor dead, afraid to look down, here the surgeons resorted and on the question of what is happening got the answer:



I cut off the man’s leg.



The protest appeared.



A man in a monkey, a neurosurgeon in a hospital, and I was washed with tea for two hours. But then, if any bulldozer did, the surgeons said to him:



- You're not here very much, or we'll call Natashka, she'll live up your legs.