Once in a large company, we sat in guests with our friends, drank a whisky. As usual, it wasn’t enough, it was nine o’clock. The owner of Sasha's house was urgently sent to the supermarket for a supplement, and his wife also gave him garbage to throw off on the way. Sanya has a great guy. The shoulders are wide, the face is healthy... He approaches the washing, throwing out the garbage, and there the vanity man in the rubble is forged. And so Sane became uncomfortable that in the crisis he whiskey all sorts and snacks, at the time when people on the laundry are looking for food... He decided to feed his uncle. What he told him. Uncle embarrassedly rejected, thanked and stumbled from our Sasha. But from Sasha it is not so easy to get away. With the words "Good breasts kill, beat - run, give - take" he pulled the bomb to the store. There, buying alcohol, I also bought a gift to the poor uncle. Cooked sausages, beer, bread, some canned foods - a shorter set of foods. With a sense of fulfillment of duty, our comrade broke up with the man, to say goodbye, crushing him on the cheek, issuing something like "Don't drift, we will break" went to us.



Then was morning. Sasha heated his Renault, jumping near him from the cold and envying Lexus with an automatic remote heater, which quietly heated himself in the neighboring place. After 15 minutes, the owner came down to Lexus. The same man that our Sanya found yesterday in the washroom!!!! In a good coat and with watches more expensive than Sasha car! At Sanin's logical question, the man told his version: "I accidentally threw the flash with financial documents. I waited for darkness, changed clothes and went into a container, looking... and here you are!”



“Why didn’t you explain it?”



“Oh, I tried, so you didn’t listen to me! I was afraid that I would get the mouth now, decided to reconcile."