I don't understand why I didn't leave right away. I could not listen to Zvyagina, and not answer her, but simply go to where, as it were, a flatmate is waiting for me. Yes, the gentleman there, probably, was already covered with mold all over in anticipation of my arrival. And I'm stuck here, I don't know why. I stand and watch how the long-haired turkey pointed his beak in my direction and grinned. He builds himself into a kind of macho, but in fact he just wanted to shout: “Fu. Get the donkey off the set."

But now it is clear why he himself runs after the girls. It...