I sit so beautiful, in front of the basement, I answer the bell.
I don’t know how it was, but I wanted to sneeze very much.
I hardly suppress that desire.
Trapped in the last question. The treatment scheme had to be described.
"Now, and what will you argue in favour of this decision?"
And here I sneeze. This is why my white coat is shattered. Under the coat - a maid with a very large cut. (Cut out my 85C)
Prepod: "This is not an argument!"