Author of quotes: Alexander Polar. Page 2

Mother writes at this time, the message: "Son, I'll be there in two hours." And the son stands on a stool, the neck slightly to tighten the noose, he hears the sound of an incoming message on the mobile. Jerked out of habit to the phone, he tilts the stool, the noose tightened to death, and it hangs on the bar without any possibility to escape. Happy mother comes home, says, "Son, I to you now will tell", goes into the room and shouts: the corpse of the boy hanging for two hours on the bar stool beside her and the saddest thing is that she will never understand the "joke" of his son.