I go with my friend after work on the street. It is a pretty feminine person. As we pass by her, she asks me if there is a pen and a sheet of paper. I give.



He turns around, begins, attaching a leaflet to the wall of the house, writing on it the following: "You liked me very much, call me at the number:8-...." At this moment I catch the look of a comrade, filled with envy and respect, transmitting something like: "Well samets!". I proudly turn to the lady, and she returns the pen, says thank you and squeezes the sheet under the yard of the parked Lexus.