6 a.m. I wake up to work. I hear the sound of music, and I distinguish the smallest shades. He smoked, wondering who of the neighbors would smoke the cap. Upper or lower, I decided to wait. It will clarify. knock at the door. I look in the eye. The neighbor on the second floor is ugly and unshaken.
You are playing music, fucking?
Get up on the fourth.
I drink coffee and wait. The sounds of morbidity, matte, silence. Yes to! The morning was not bad.
Within two minutes, these swallows tightened by two voices everything goes as planned.
Congratulations to the Ghetto!