In the 11th grade we walked around the city. Beer and good weather. I met a company of girls. A beautiful woman looked, even a little fighting because of her with another applicant.

In the evening, as a real gentleman, he led the lady to the house. We are somewhere in the south of Moscow, in the Mariino area. I understand that my parents will most likely be excited if I go home late. But there is nowhere to retreat. Go to the metro:

Where do you live? Where are we going?

to the grandmother.

I live nearby too!

The cards go well! So, she lives nearby or in the neighborhood, I’ll get home quickly if anything. I don’t give the kind.

Going to Grandma. She is:

Oh router, let’s go down!

I’m in a bit of a shock because we’re sitting in the 46-way that’s going straight to my house. Bollywood goes to the end. We go out.

So where is your home?

Van is across the road.

It points to my house. I am already looking for a puddle. I think the comrades may have touched, and that’s a joke.

Let us go. We approach the entrance, of course, to mine. And then I walk the horse, and I open the housephone with my key!

The girl is in shock. In the eyes of admiration and probably a lot of fear.

In general, it turned out that she lives on 2 floors below, moved a few years ago. I haven’t seen her all the time, maybe I just didn’t pay attention. The house is high, there are many apartments in the entrance.

This is a million chance. At the other end of the multi-million city to meet a girl from your entrance!