I had a friend in my youth. He was friends with a beautiful girl named Natasha, who, according to the classic of the genre, had a terrible girlfriend named Olya. My friend was from the village, and studied with us and lived in the community. This Olya had the eyes that were far apart, and were large, on the outer edge, and a long mouth, which made it very similar to a frog. And here, on the summer holidays, Natasha went to host the village to this Ole. And something went on for a long time that a friend was bored by her and decided to go to visit her. He called me with him. Since my friend was thin and very bitter, that in an unknown village could have led to sad consequences, and I was engaged in fighting and pumping muscles, and could advocate if anything. But the point is not that. We arrived before that on the sidewalks under the evening. I have to find out where this olive is. She said that "the coolest girl in the village, that all the guys just follow her and run and everyone knows her." I asked everyone where they lived like that. But in vain, no one knew a girl with such a combination of name and surname. Then I couldn’t stand it, explain to one guy: “Well, this one, with balls on the shovel, smells a frog!The guy immediately reacted, “Aha, you would have said, a frog! Out of her house!”