Talents and Advocates
I’m already a pretty old boy, but I’ll never miss the moment of cheating and playing someone out. I think there’s nothing wrong with it – it’s better to stick. If, of course, innocent, the main thing is that the “victim” will then forgive you and laugh with you.
Here is one of my innocent joke born an exprom: Airport
Domodedovo in the early morning. My friend Dima and I rushed to pack our suitcases.
Look, she is standing. A very, very, very popular actress in our country, although quite young. (I don't want to give her name, or I'll immediately turn from a joke to a whistleblower and a drawer of other people's clothes... she may be offended by me. I would be offended in her place.
Everyone knows it, except the old believers living in the taiji who do not know that the general secretary is no longer Khrushchev.
She stands, nervous, next to the guard - a driver with a suitcase and a gentle administrator in fear.
Everyone who passes through it will know, but make emphasized indifferent faces under the name
“Well, you’ll think, we’ve seen... if it were Angelina Jolie... That’s all right.”
I’ve never seen her live before, she’s me.
We run straight to her. I make the big eyes and blade of happiness:
Is it you!! You are much more beautiful in life than you are on screen. We are s
Dime your most loyal fans, many times reviewed all yours
The films! Is it true, Dim?
The smoke:
and yes.
I: Well you see it?
She is obviously not up to us, enthusiastic idiots, but she is patient. The cost of popularity.
I continue my fancy tirade:
- Who tell me, because no one will believe that Dima and I are like that.
The actress is as simple as a man with a man talked about, and that...
She: In short, I have no time, you have an autograph?
I: I can do it!! We didn’t even dream about it...
I stumbled, started knocking on my pockets, found a simple pencil,
I pulled out the passport, I ask: Tell me, can I go straight into the passport?
She: Well, let’s go, just faster!
Dima turned with a powerful back, so that there was something to write on, I, anxiously, gave a pencil and on Dima's back opened the passport on the first page, where the photo.
She signed... and froze, like a doll, with which the children played and dropped. In this posture, not shuffled with a pencil, she stood for twenty seconds. His companions were no longer in a joke. It seemed like she was given a paralyzing injection... In a word, her computer hanged deadly.
It was funny...
She even forgave me later when I, sitting with her in the plane, wiped everything up to the last point. She laughed with us for a long time and turned out to be a company girl.

And the trick is that she flew to India as a program heroine, Dima flew there as an operator, and I as a director.
The passport in which she was signed was her own.
I had to meet everyone already at the airport and give passports with visas.