I live in a dormitory, 3 course.
Picture of oil.
My floor at 6 a.m. in the hallway, on the floor, the director's office with the studgorod, the guard and the guard and the people 7 people. From a distant room in which very beautiful girls live, my groupmate comes out, stops and says very loudly "FUUUUH NATRAHALS".
He turned his head to him and he was so sad.
"I’m talking to you"
And went away.