Ankarakuolema: I’m sitting in a chair, in front of a compot, I don’t touch anyone. Murziak, my cat, sits on the window, looks out the window, looks at the birds. And here, therefore, some wretch is flying too close to my cat’s mouth. He naturally can’t stand it, and flies behind this spider out of the window. I immediately run to look, hoping that the cat will survive and get away with a slight scare (fourth floor as no other).

Ankarakuolema: So this mocked creature, flying through the 2nd floor, falls on the shale roof, located at the bottom of the summer cafe, in flight dissolving it almost entirely.

Ankarakuolema: The shell flies on the umbrella (there are those from the tables, near the cafés, where people drink beer and snack in the summer).

Ankarakuolema: He himself also collapses and finds himself exactly in the center of this umbrella, freezes for a moment, and with a stunning thunderstorm along with this same umbrella falls on visitors, simultaneously ruining tables with snacks and beer and a couple of chairs.
Ankarakuolema: In addition to all this, a heavy umbrella hits one man right in the forehead, and the cat itself, jumping in flight, tires the passing girl into the stomach, dropping her off her legs, then disappears with wild warfare in the hills.

Ankarakuolema: I don’t know now whether my cat will come back to me and wait for police clothes. and (