Sitting with a beer in front of a zombie painter is normal for an adult. Eating salads in two throats at the festive table, intersecting the filling of drinks with the narratives of the chosen jokes of Petrosyan - this is decent and honorable for an adult. Sitting in a light nourishment on the shore of the arm, observing the movements of the float with a dim eye is a civilized rest.

But to be in maximum concentration, solving the most difficult tasks of computer games - this childhood in the ass plays...