A man wakes up in the morning with a hangover and sees next to her aunt with whom he met last night.

And she, looking thoughtfully into a corner of the room, says:

"We will put the wardrobe here ..."

& nbsp So I met, brought home and (I apologize for naturalism), raped or was fucked.

I wake up, drink coffee and try to smoke a cigarette. It was not there.

She for a cigarette with her little hands to grab and in the trash. To grab the entire pack - and there too.

“You quit smoking,” he says.

Swallowed. I thought this is the only condition for coexistence. Naive Chukchi young man.

“You should have cut your hair,” she says a little later, looking thoughtfully at me.

- And then what?

Minute confusion:

- Then brush your hair and make a tail.

I combed my hair and dutifully made a tail. Painfully affectionately, she asked to do it.

We are going to go out.

- You have no other jacket? She asks.

- Why?

- Put on another.

And I imagine myself wearing another.

- All right, bye, I have to drop by work here! - I say. - I will call you...

- Oh her, this work. Do not go.

- Not understood. And the bosses, I am sure, will not understand.

- Who is dearer to you: me or the bosses? It goes to f # $ y! We go better sit somewhere in the cafe.

- Honey, - I can not stand, - but what kind of shishi did I give you at the club yesterday? And in the cafe on which shishi we walk boom?

Two minute confusion. Complete misunderstanding in the eyes.

“I'm sorry, of course, but I’ll run to work.”

- Does work mean more to you?

- I begin to suspect that yes ...

- Then we will do this: you call me in two hours, then we meet, we go somewhere for lunch, And in the evening we will go to the Tabula Rasa. Okay?

- Okay...

“And don't come without flowers.” I love pink gladiolus ...

I didn’t see this lady anymore, because I lost a piece of paper with her phone ... at the entrance to the subway ... in the garbage can ... without a shadow of a doubt ...