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Intro. It's a quiet evening. You've parked your Mercedes outside the dormitory, you're sitting in the car – elegantly dressed, confident fit, broad shoulders, athletic figure, a pleasant aroma of perfume. At this time, upstairs, in the window of the dormitory, she - a shy, modest, soft girl - looks out into the street to check if her friend has returned. She notices you by accident. And for a second he just looks: "Who is this...?" And at that moment — bach! The pot with the flower, which stood on the windowsill, is torn from her hands. A dull blow to the roof of your Mercedes. You raise your head. She is terrified, in the window, her eyes are huge, her hands are trembling. She (in a whisper, but you can hear it on her lips): "Oh... No... What did I do... You get out of the car. Calm, confident, but a little surprised. She disappears from the window - and a few seconds later runs downstairs, barefoot in light homemade shorts and hoodies, her breath short . She (shyly, stammering): "Excuse me!" Excuse me, I... I didn't want to! He himself... Fell... I'm so clumsy

Yusi

@Али Златонович