KleoNika: How did you welcome the New Year? I hope you didn’t get drunk too much?
Metamorph: No that you are mother. They drank, but they were all on the corners.
Metamorph: on the horns!
Metamorph: Thief
Metamorph: on your feet!
KleoNika: Jana Nikolaevna from the 4th floor called, said you threw the couch in the window
Metamorph: What kind of sofa?
Metamorph: Oeyy bliyiyiyiyiyinn
KleoNika: Still on the horns...