was long ago. There were no mobile phones or internet at the time. He lived in a small provincial (this is important) town. Close to lunch on Sunday called friends, whom I did not see a long time ago (lived in five hundred km from each other), say, say, we are going from Peter to Moscow by car and we can jump to you. The town is close to the M-10 road. Of course, I say, fly, I wait. They jumped. They hugged and kicked each other’s back. And not immediately in the eyebrows, but in the eye - long time not seen, you have to bump! I get off, I say, to work early in the morning. You can get a cake with a cupcake for a meeting. In response, you are CHO! We’re all going to work (as usual) tomorrow. And the cookies are not brutal.)

They sat and drank. The end of the evening I don’t remember at all)) I woke up in the morning, head bo-bo, but it didn’t warn me. Apartment is foreign. Someone's living room, a chic bed with a length of kirkorov, half-dark from the window through thorough curtains, side-by-side strange stranger madam gently snooped with a bump. Friends are on the floor. Oh oh oh oh! It’s half seven, and I don’t even know which part of our glorious town I’m in. Convulsively pretending that by running from any area of the city in 20 minutes to home I will be able to change clothes already. I bow to the window, open the curtains to almost pretend to be where I am. I see a wide prospect and two directions of tram routes. Honestly, she is loved. The house was just over a hundred and thirty kilometers away.

And in the back a loud voice - Don't argue, your idea was.