zarbannus: short, I go from you, accidentally the nose curled, the blood went and I wipe it off the bones of the fist,because there is no platter.I go to myself with the wallet on the overweight and I hold the bag of the wallet with the bones ahead,I go and here to meet 3 hard gopori in meters 50-60, they go, look at me, laugh and start to spread across the width of the road.There my point a little narrowed,not giving sight I go further, silent,huy knows.Meters 10 ahead of me,they look at me (and at the same time, one and the same and the same point),then the look goes down to the couch,then again to my poker faces, uncertainty in their eyes.They disperse, so that I would