I talked to a girl on Skype, and I remembered what Alla told me.
After some drinking, she stayed with a man and his grandmother to sleep. Before this drunk, they didn’t know each other. And in the neighboring room, fuck it, hole, it’s not a good thing.
And you can hear how, in the paroxysm of passion, the grandmother began to mourn in a foreign way: "Fact! by Faq! Fact Fact Fact Fact Fact
The man thought and thought in silence, but as well in support shouts: "Shit! The shirt! Shit shit shit shit shit!"
And all, notice yourself, in the tact of whispering and desire.
I honestly know how Alla survived. I would die of laughter.