I want to back
Thus, the deadline day, nearly all, I spent a Ol'kin bar and on the streets of Madrid. Something like stuffed clothes into a suitcase, was taken to the airport, fortunately, not on Motyka. Feelings Strange: Olka cried, I cried, as always sad to leave ... Not having time to enter the plane got an elbow in the belly from Russian woman, otherwise you will not tell, and, thus, was More outraged and sent ... Hail, Motherland!
From the airport I went straight to my beloved job .... And entering into the gates, sprawled on the ice. Painting oil: a suitcase, backpack, bag, two boxes with 6 bottles of wine ... The main thing - to save the wine. Coming out of the corps Mark Izrailevich helped her up and then reported This planning meeting on. Since my return fiericheskoe glorify me for the entire facility.
And, instead of after work go to his home bed, I zalipla at work then in the atrium, and then called me bratello and as a result of the night I pulled in Chisinau and we went to cure her mother of Anton. I came home to after midnight ...
Suitcase on my Babushkinskiy, toothbrush in the airport, and I ... did not know in what I view ...
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