I took the client to the suburb of Moscow, I return at 3 o'clock at night. There is a woman with a child standing at the stop, it is cold on the street, I cannot pass by. I stop, and there a Gypsy, fucking, because of my upbringing I can no longer make a poker face and drop it. I asked to take it to the subway (~25km), okay, I still go to the other side. I was nervous and nervous all the time.)



We arrived at the place, sprinkled in thanks, reminded that it would be the best day for me, a million thanks etc...



I look like everything is in place, even somehow it became uncomfortable that I thought badly all the way... Checked again, and, no, everything is okay, the ball pen was missing)