I was 17th in autumn. In the garden in 1992. A girl called me.

She liked me. But we were known from childhood and no chances.

He calls and asks for a cigarette. I quit smoking a week earlier.

You are not smoking, I am not smoking!

And it was me, I wanted it. I understood the clue.

This is a hint!

I ran into the tent and bought the most expensive cigarettes imported.

I ran to her. She let in. I went to the kitchen.

There is a cloud sitting there.

This is Volodya! Get to know.

And then I sat down and watched how this Volodya mourned, smoking my cigarettes.

This is such treachery.