My girlfriend, the lady of imagination, sees a potential maniac in every stranger, even after a walk with a dog, tries to enter the entrance so that she can ride in the elevator alone.

And these days, after a evening walk with her little dog, she enters the elevator, presses the button on her upper floor - and then a typhoon jumps into the elevator with a thirty-year-old... She feels his bad fluids with all the fibers of the soul and is just already sure of his dirty intentions, which is confirmed by his question:

A girl?

A friend swallowed a bite in her throat and whispered, almost wet:

– No...

And then on the face of the ambal reflected a sincere confusion - he questioningly looks at his girlfriend's dog and asks:

Why did the bandit get caught?