I stood down and sent my husband for the pills. Bringed medical banks, remember those Soviet ones. I decided to try, first on my husband, not to lip him, then realized that they need to warm up stronger, went on to me and I gave my back to his disposal with sincere confidence and then he got a brilliant idea in his head!! Try it on my pop! I am now sitting with a scarring on the pope in the form of a half-month... he overheated the bowl too much and got a burn. First rotted, then asked for forgiveness, then put his pop under a blow, I didn't even shake my hand...and he also had half a month, bark-violet)))we are now like in Indian films...brothers...