I am in line in the store. In front of me is a girl, all glamorous. He talks on the phone. I listened to her words:
Rusky, I think I’ll cook for dinner. Do you want a fried potato? What are you going to do with potatoes: with mushrooms or meat? With meat? well well.
Here is her turn and she turns to the seller:
I have chips with the taste of bacon and a pack of juice.
P.S Poor her husband!