I told one of my close friends. He went to football with his friends. The team for which we were sick won. They were delighted with the victory of their favorite team. Strongly so sprinkled, straight up, what is called, “to the eyebrows.”)



From the first person.



This morning I was awakened by a knock on the window. He opened his eyes, recognized familiar wallpapers. At home, the knock continues. It’s hard to turn the head after yesterday. I think the pigeons, the paddles, bump into the glass. What do you owe...? He did not feed, like... A persistent knock was given in the crystal head with a snail. I decided to get up and get rid of the fools.



Hard to sit in bed. In front of the window and the door to the lodge. And on the loggia, a man stands, knocks on the window and makes signs, like, open it. In my heavy head there was the thought that, fucking, I got drunk... to normal people, whites come, and to me, a man. I tried to think logically. The man. Per someone's lover from my husband who came at the wrong time on my balcony escaped. No, it cannot be. The 9th floor, the last. Usually lovers go down the floor below, only a gymnast can climb to the floor above, and a man does not look like a gymnast... And below the floor the old grandfather lives. Well, I think it’s all, it’s time to use it. Smoking must also be stopped. Women are also more careful. Running should start in the morning. Healthy eating and gym. Then the men will not appear in the window in the morning.



The man continued to insist on entering the apartment. Okay, I think I’ll go open my hallucinations, what’s there... I opened the door. A man comes in. With a cage.



Why didn’t it open for so long? Will I get water from you?



Recruiting...



The man went into the bathroom and opened the water. The water rushes into the boiler, the man quietly rushes something under his nose. The idea arose, and not whether to volunteer for sanitary, very real hallucinations.



A man with a cage of water came out of the bathroom, drowned onto the balcony, crossed the fence outside, took the cage from the lodge and stood there...!!! to



And then I finally trembled and it came to me that the house has been facade work for a day, behind the balcony a building cylinder, and the man is a worker. I exploded with a mate who would be jealous of the ports. To the man’s question, “What are you like a victim?” he replied that you can’t be so scared of people, I almost said goodbye forever to all my bad habits.