In the courtyard at the entrance, the grandmothers are sitting on the bench.
Here, at the entrance, a rough jeep rolls, a new Russian comes out of it, sees the grandmother and begins to ride:
- What did you do, old wallets, at my entrance, in nature?
One grandmother answers:
What are you, my brother, about us? You do not respect old age.
I will complain to my granddaughter about you, he will not offend me.
What? what? What kind of granddaughter? A specific boy? So let’s get rid of it tomorrow, let’s do it. In short, grandmother, hand over your granddaughter, tomorrow at five in this place the gunman.
Okay, I will send you.
The next day, five jeeps and a brother come to the entrance, scattered around the courtyard, blocked the entrance, beats, machines, everything as required. A new Russian at the head of the brigade. The grandmothers are sitting on the same bench.
Grandma, where is your granddaughter?
Somewhere there. And who knows, I have a sniper.