There was a doctor in the trauma. All motorcycles were there, and even in the winter. Motorcyclists acted in the form of a puzzle. His favorite words were, “Tejek-s, this one will pull a thousand details.”
One day I brought a girl-biker. Beautiful and beautiful. When he began to shout over her, he said:
Don’t worry, I’ll get married.
I did not pick. was married.
Now when he is told that his wife is beautiful, he answers:
Do you like? I collected myself.