In a distant youth, my friend and I returned to a part of a short-term vacation, chronic insufficiency, early hours. In the last race, I swallow so that I get a twist of my jaw and the rest of the way to a portion of food with my mouth open and full of horror eyes. Felder fixed it in part. And my friend gets a beautiful, very fun feast story. A few years ago, my friend and I went on a business trip. We lived in one hotel room. One morning I got up earlier, went to the pot, and sneezed there so that I incomprehensibly broke my rib. The wild rust, the hospital and the feast story get a fun continuation. But this summer I got my friend. I went to another city for a relative’s wedding. Having drunk a lot of alcohol and trying to win a goat head-shaped lighter in a folk dance contest, I break my leg in two places! From the hospital, I call a friend, tell how it was, I hear the sound of the phone falling on the floor and hysterics. The curtain.