It was already winter in 72m, in Novosibirsk. I then had a girlfriend - a swallow, a beautiful swallow, wonderful in all respects - pretty, affectionate, comfortable and feminine to be extremely rare, and most importantly, it was started even from a long look.

Somehow we nagged with her and went to the site to wait for the rest. I nestled her in the corner - and let's kiss. Young was yes drunk, was carried away a little, walked a couple of times around the neck, suddenly she shoved me and whispered:

- Well, how am I going to go wet now?

And the dumbet was pretty good in the yard and where to go. We reached the stop, and there I sat down in a snowdrift — a shop was colder — I slipped the hem of her fur coat between my legs and wrapped it in front with an envelope like a baby to cover her women's affairs, put it on my knees, hugged it with a fur coat and pressed it more tightly. She to me - hands for a bosom, a nose - in a collar and became silent. And I had thick fur mittens, so I heated one armpit. When the trolley rolled up, I thrust this mitten between her legs:

- Hold on!

We drove the same way around, she warmed up, but everything was silent for some reason, and when they went home, she pounced on me with her fists and the evil so weedy and cried, barely relieved.

- What are you doing?

- Do you think it was easy to hold your mitten? She's like a hand! And you still rocked me.

So understand these women when they are well and when they are not.