Brothel lights (№ 113740)

- Well? Where tonight?
- I'm not bothered you for a month?
- Well, you. No.
- Well then let's skip the commercials years seventeen. It will be one thousand nine seventy-five. Summer, August.
Oh my goodness, sho will happen to me? I'll already be married? Or even a widow?
- Madam, I'm not a fortune teller.
- Just a little bit. Sho are you silent? So Yes or no?
- No. Then no.
- Sho suddenly?
- I'm not a fortune teller, I am a prophet. For example, I will be seventy - that I know.
- Oh, will you?
- Will-be, crazy live for a long time, especially with the help.