At first I wanted to catch up with Korneev. Then there was an idea to write to him and already in the message to express everything that I think about his idiotic antics. SMS is easier. Nobody is around. No one can make liver sausage out of you with a glance. Nobody will start arguing. And it seems like an ideal option, but I slowed down.

While I was thinking about my own, considering options for how to delay this date, a disheveled Zvyagina flew up to me and began to complain about the injustice of fate, which, although it is female, does not behave like a woman. In other...