This story was told to me by my brother.

Introduction to the course:
At the moment, my brother is studying in one of the institutions of our vast homeland.
Probably everybody knows the boratata hohma when the prepute calls at 2 o'clock at night:
Do you sleep?
I slept with a sleepy voice.
We are teaching shit!

A similar story happened with my brother’s father. And here he comes to a stream lecture. Men are 120-150. and says
- Guys, you understand, I gave you my cell phone so that you would call me and clarify the course, consultations, and not binge like little children.

Here comes the SMK:
Find me you shit.