The carpenter flew to him. on the third floor. You can think.
I live on the thirteenth. I go into the kitchen, sitting on the floor. Not 5 cm, but quite large. I took it carefully. I think once you get here, it won’t break. Throw it out of the balcony. So he opened his wings in a fraction of a second and flew on the 15th. So I think that: either the third floor for them is a cooling, or it is a game like that - it flies on the first, and the neighbors let it until the 16th, in turn.