Eol: What are you doing tonight?
I would suggest you go for a walk with me.
ML: Not very comfortable on the street
Eol: As usual, I don’t work at home, I wanted to talk to you alone. Other options do not come to mind yet.
ML: sounds like a standard message to a mistress
Eol: Mary, don’t you want to walk under the moon in the company of a bottle of champagne and two suckers?
Anton Ilyich, fuck me
Eol: In the program are boring-romantic conversations with breathing and here is this fucking fucking rose, which you have been dragging in your hand for the third hour with the thought "Where would you go?"
Eol: And then a long farewell to the community. It’s raining and you think "I want to go home, I want to warm"