It was more than 30 years ago. My husband and I are 15 years old. We argued with him. I don’t remember the subject of the dispute over the years, but the loser had to buy condoms. And considering our proletarian-pioneering upbringing and the fact that the Soviet Union was still alive, it was strenuous, mother, do not burn! In the end I lost. Sascha and I went to the pharmacy, he stopped at the door, I went to the box office. I gathered all the will in the fist, made a poher-face and I said to the pharmacist:

A pack of condoms, please.

She drove her eyebrows, shrugged, but sold condoms. I took them, turned around and went to Sansa and gave them:

Keep your condoms!

And went out...

Then I jumped out Sanya pointed like a tomato!

Now we remember and grind! 😁😁 😁