I live with my parents. I never pick up my home phone without the extreme need – if someone calls me – then on the mobile.
The situation :
The time is 22.30. All at home. The phone is ringing, he is lying on the notepad next to my room. I carry it to my mother and say (as usual): “Respond, it doesn’t matter to me.” and she (feeds my younger sister) says to me: “Respond, you see it busy.”
I felt like I was fucking...
A bold voice in the tube:"Hello, Gleb Alekseevich? The military is worried about..."
How is it? In a century, he responded to the house.