I have a friend who lives in the Urals. I am in Moscow. This summer, on a train, transit through the capital, he went to Karelia. I met him at the station. Not to say that he was an avid fisherman, but he caught a whip with him. I hz where he took it and as a carrier - bamboo, a meter under three lengths, not foldable, without a booth, with a huge red homemade float of feathers, such a feeling that since the times of the USSR somewhere in the garage rolled. A little bit of life. He told me that he met the lady on the Internet - there is still a lot of time before the train, so now he will go to her for a date. Well, goodbye, so goodbye - go to the storage chamber to take away. I do not remember the exact amounts, but he was asked twice as much for the negabarit wretch, and he stood up, pulled the money and decided not to give it. How, I say, will you go on a date with her? Nothing terrible though.

Nothing terrible, nothing so.

I called him in a month. As I rested, I say, as with that girl - what happened?

I rested the norm. And with the girl nothing special, we walked through the center for a few hours and that’s all. Without the continuation. Strange is something...