I have a friend. The Marine Special Forces. Thro the bag. Starting from urgent and up to retirement. It does not hurry.

He was sent to a hospital with bronchi. The hospital is in the suburb of Moscow and travel long and boring.

He calls in the morning, “I,” he says, “broke my cup of tea. Bring me a new one.”

Riding lazy, and I realize that he is actually just boring.

The result:

To carry her? You have to give it to the police!

Oh yeah yeah!

and seriously. Go to your doctor now and tell you that you have a bowl of Esmarch. She is just unbeaten. If they refuse, then demand, say what is due. And free of charge.



Here, a normal person would recall the doctor, but there is no need to go to the doctor's office.



Well, as I understood, in the doctor's office, doctors whispered like moderns, and I will soon be discharged from the injury.