How contagious freedom is!
The story of one presidential decree - I will spend the night. Do not go home in this form. - She passed me, undressed, lay down and fell asleep. I would not open the door to her, but just did not have time to close. She, apparently, was waiting in the dark corner of the corridor. I can endure not all the tipsy women. This one was unbearable. She just had not paid attention to my words about the need to finish experience for a long time. “I won’t leave,” she said, smearing mascara in her face.