I was destroyed yesterday!
The evening. I sit on the balcony and smoke. Under the window along the path goes such a 25-year-old blondine, a copy of a parys or a cumshots, and sharply stabilizes the clock. Looking at the line, she nodded...
To pick up an empty bottle of beer. Having picked it up, she put it in a bag with the characteristic ringing of the other bottles and went on... And I stood in the stupa until the thinning cigarette burned my fingers, and there was only one thought in my head at that moment: The crisis of the hoole...

Squirrel, Krasnoyarsk