Wait, wait, it seems I twisted my leg. Oh, how it hurts.

- Yes, your mother. Are you kidding me?

I did this so that he would let go of my hand.

- There's not much left. Let me see.

And when he lowered my hand, I smacked him between the legs with all my foolishness. Or rather, I aimed there, but you yourself understand in the dark this is almost impossible.

-Duuura.

He bent over and I duplicated by punching him again. Then I felt his hair and grabbed it hard, it's good that he was not bald.

She pulled him over and hit him on her knee.

Oh...