I also turned from the lodge, from the 4th floor. It is obvious that he is not very sober, or even very drunk. It was about 96 years. A friend's birthday, parents dropped to the country, the house is free, the people are 20 people exactly. And the loggia was repaired, and part of the boards that come out on the street were removed (there was no plate, and not a metal pattern, as in the video, and boards parallel to the floor). At the next smoke I, machinewise, wrapped my hand on those perles, and they are not. A moment, fucking, and I am on earth. It is good that under the windows grew a healthy sirene, just above the second floor, she took me as a native))) I lie on the ground, my fists are compressed, myself in the shower, on the side of my grandmother on the bench: Low went, socks, did not get broken? I squeeze my fists, and they are full of sirene leaves, looking machine-taken while I was flying. He got up and went back to the fourth floor, there was no questioning yet. I call, the name opens, I am in socks on a bare foot, all encouraged, smell fresh green and smile. He said to me: Where were you? I smoked on the balcony. He said, “Well, then you will be punished!” In short, it all happened. There is no morality, just a coincidence.