The Pizzeria. Understood on the roof. Started at 10 in the morning. And immediately found the old game "Under Driving", still Soviet times. All the whole. I found batteries.
At the age of 18, his wife came and put in a lullaby, for the whole day he was chasing a toy machine along a circle with paths and depicting Schumacher.
I will go again tomorrow. And there I have a paper computer with twenty home-made games, and... in short, read the first word in this text. >_<