When I studied in the forgotten village, I lived in a communion. a girl enters the subject of sheltering from worklessness in our room frozen. begins to slowly dig on the shelves and tubes in search of interesting artifacts. He hits the notebook (I still guess who), opens the poems: "the guy hit the girl...bla-bla-bla"...the girl pathetically cries: "how can a girl beaten?Andrush, who always responded instantly, did not pump this time. accompanied by gestures: "how-how, you take this way with your hand, you pull off the cloth and how you get rid of it!" with the most serious face. The girl is conquered, andruche gets her virginity... I don’t understand modern romance.