A dog has recently been lost. I thought I would go crazy. All the forces to search, a bunch of ads in the district, reposts in social networks. Any money to get back. The man calls, “I’m an extrasensitive and I know exactly where your dog is. I’m ready to help you for a little favor.” In this state, I am ready for everything. He dictates the address and says, "Take a cream, two kilograms of potatoes and toilet paper with you." They took, they took, they took. He opens the door and my dog runs out. The man cries, he says, found him. And the list was that he was lazy to go to the store.