My friend lives on the seventh floor. At the same time, it is high enough to bend through the window to look at the neighbors from below. Above there is an underground grandmother. Grandma often makes the TV loud so that all the neighbors could hear it. They don’t always look at the clock. My friend once put the child to sleep for a long time and only he fell asleep, it was about midnight, the grandmother woke up and turned on the telephone louder. The companion tried to call her in the door, but the bell apparently does not hear the grandmother either. He slowly knocked on her window. For a long time, my grandmother was still hysterical, but the television was quieter.
He now appeals to me, asking the police to help resolve the problem. She said she just knocked on the window. I did not look. And she wrote that I went to her on a meth.
Then we also drank beer with the menta.
They have not laughed so long ago.