We got rid of a young man from school earlier. I decided to look at the antikafe. Wake up in the first half of the day. There is no one in the antikafe except us: if you want to play on the board, if you want to compete in justdance, if you want to beat each other on the board with heroes from the Justice League. Well, of course, everything was intertwined with hugs and kisses (love, romance and all that).

And here we sit, we play, I’ve already accepted that his Aquaman is now “washing” (drop into the toilet, as I called it) with his superpower my Harley Quinn. As here under the ceiling is a strange sinking and in a couple of seconds the pipe over us breaks and our things (and part of us) is shaken by a stream of not water at all. In appearance, it was most like Venom from Spider-Man. And by smell... Antikafe was in the basement. And it was the untransmitted smell of fecal waste of all the inhabitants of the upper floors.

Romanticism was killed to the root on that day. As killed and my bag, and a leather case on the phone, from which no scarf was removed from the smell of the first-class shit.

And if you suddenly get into a similar situation, never try to fill the smell of shit with your favorite perfume, so that the amber in the subway is smaller from you. Amber is less. The perfume is no longer loved.

P.S. And the owner of the antikafe didn’t even scratch or apologize for the incident. It was not his fault, but the builders from above. Thank you for not paying for this visit.

This is a shit, in the real sense of the word, a date : (