told one acquaintance. He works as a dentist.
Comes somehow a patient, a new Russian, the fingers of the veer, all the things. The acquaintance stretches him a couple of bushels, she turns to the table with the tools. When he returns, he sees a painting of oil. The new Russian sits with a bald head stretched with a bagel, waving the second: "And THIS WHERE?"
A dull scene (which is somewhat inappropriate), barely holding back the acquaintance, pressing her shoulders: "Well, apparently, I..."