Vladimir Alekseevich Ilyin. Voltage (№ 438990)

I hope by morning the uncle will forget about the shoes. And so it happened - probably also because a nanny came to him at night, and they put me out for half an hour in the corridor. Walking under the door and window and listening to the long groans, at first I thought that the uncle was torturing the enemy. And when I later met a flushed and contented nanny in the corridor, I immediately understood everything. They ate my sugar.