In the words of my colleague.
Called my mother at night, said that the son hit a pedestrian, urgently need a grandmother.
My son is sleeping in the neighboring room. My mother did not think long. designates time and place (angle of Rustawella and north).
Two hours pass, winter, frostbite, scammers call and clarify the place. My mom promises to come soon. The clock goes by, the bandits are cold, they are in a hurry. Mom agrees, but the money she collects for relatives, you have to wait a little longer.
And now it is light, people are rushing to work, Mom drinks morning coffee.
Where is the grandmother’s wallet?? to
Call me tomorrow, okay? I have insomnia, and you are not bored.
It is a blatant blatant, guts.
Maldives to Mom!