From the life of the head of the NGO.
One of my parents has an open form of tuberculosis. I called a month ago:
"My husband found a benign tumor, but everyone refuses to take him for surgery. Do you have a crazy surgeon?
We have... specials for the healing of bombs, monks and other unchecked fraternities. I gave contacts. My mom calls today:
God give you all health! The operation tomorrow. She agreed on everything! This is what strange set she asked to bring? A packet of novocaine or lidocaine, a necklace, a packet of single-use diapers, three kilograms of oranges and a cake?
I lie, rju... novocain and diapers to my husband, clear pen, the rest - the fee for the operation to those who agreed to help...