In the first half of the night, under the windows of the nine-story floor with the persistence of the March cat, a drunken guy swings:
- Ka-a-a-atya-a-a-a, go out and go out! Ka-a-atya, go out and-i-i-i...
The male voice:
and married?! to
The guy:
No, no... go for a walk.
You can go home, idiot.