Dmitry Yemets. Methodius Buslaev. Rook light (№ 279700)

The girl appeared in my life Petruchio suddenly. He came to the Assembly Department native hypermarket swear that the moving shelf set of wheels and they ride more on the nerves than on the floor. And then he saw her. The one and only, destiny is made solely in the form of a test model, she was standing on a stepladder with a drill in his hand and drinking juice from a package which is just in front of Chemodanova drilled with this drill. On its beige canvas vest placed the whole Arsenal: a hammer, tape gun, shooting iron staples.
Chemodanov looked at her and felt his heart pierced the nail.
Give me the juice, woman! 'he ordered.
The girl mockingly looked at Chemodanova and complied with the request literally dropped from the ladder the juice drenched him from head to toe.
Woman, are you blind?! I wanted to drink, not to wash! - howled Petruchio.
- Learn for free! Drinking is this: pour and swallow. Do not forget to breathe! - The girl jumped from the ladder and was next to Chemodanova.
Little below its growth, but decidedly jaunty. A round face, round eyes, dark hair and hard, nose like a button. A galloping horse will not stop, but the tape will wrap and pack in the best way. On the girl's breast - the usual store-bought name tag green color with the inscription "helps You OLGA". The letter "O" several fixed marker has ears, mouth and eyes.
Heart Chemodanova invisible thought, the cable contacted the brain examined the sensation and burst from love.