A friend took his son from school. Waiting for the end of the lessons in the vestibule, they became involuntary witnesses to the scene, as the director of the school to the guard:
You are acting like an idiot! Why did you let this man in? He is drunk in the stall. From him he wraps over to the vergae.
The guard:
- First, he presented his passport, confidently signed up in the journal of visitors, said that he goes to the director, naming your father-name. Secondly, I told you long ago that the doorway was blowing in my back, so I could not smell it. And, thirdly, suddenly, it’s your companion, and then I’ll be extreme?