Parents are burning in the kitchen. Mom beats the bowl, the beer folder at the table pulls and in the telecock wraps
Natka: mom whistle begins that he doesn't help, then the folder hand up raised
And he solemnly proclaims: Dear, I will give you a star! The light will be bla-bla-bla! In a few seconds, a towel comes into his head.)
Good that it’s not a crap ;)