We arrive sometime on Saturday at noon on the red Solaris with my wife to the Lente.

I am after yesterday's influences from the morning a little "subsoft", so my wife is driving.

I say :

- Now I'm going to jump in and buy something to chew up, wait for me here before entering.

I jump into the "Lenta", I quickly go to the stalls with alcohol. I throw a beer into the basket for myself, well, and so as not to hurt my wife - champagne, kr. Wine and water for the evening. It all goes to the box. I flew out of the exit. I see the red solarium. I open the passenger door, spit on the chair, grimpe a bag of alcohol, and say:

They chased!

A woman’s unknown voice:

Where to? ? to ? to

I, without turning my head to the left, having assessed the situation that the torpedo is not mine, jump out of the cabin and see that my car stands further in front of the entrance, without turning, I run away, but I hear:

and man! Where did they go? ? to ? to I agree!

...

and ah! It was a long time ago, I was already divorced, but, woman, if you recognized yourself, you needed to scream louder then, and even better - you needed to get stuck in the bag and not let go! ...