In short, it's time for the night! There is a man, he lives and gets along and makes good things. Doesn't touch anyone, doesn't offend anyone. He sleeps with women only when their number is a multiple of two (the rich have their own quirks), and so... the gray mouse! Sitting at the bus stop, wet, unhappy! He took pity and warmed it up... to his own advantage! And away we go! One after another! Neither can I say it in a fairy tale, nor describe it with a pen!