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Two stunning beauties took the stage. They smiled. They threw off the bottom and started pounding me. Their scheme was worked out – Chamomile, making a grip from behind, tried to reach my ear with his teeth, and Violet, standing in front, kept adjusting her glasses and finally, having calculated the trajectory, flopped to her knees and bit me painfully. After the second round, I flopped down on a chair exhausted and almost numb with surprise – my dear mother with a mop jumped out into the ring and began to belittle me sobbing: – Son, I forgot what the aab scheme is. Forgive God! – In parts A, the established schemes are used. Part B consists of some imrovisations. The gong sounded. “Girls from real jazz” beat me in the stomach with their head, dragged me by the hair and finally began to pour a violet-chamomile blend from Chanel on the haggard and defeated. – Mom, dear, – I shouted – let them throw the white towel! “They can’t,” Mommy answered, “they forgot to wash it. – Well, at least you rubbed the dust? – already in delirium I asked. – There is no dust here. There is hay, – answered the calm voice of a girl in a leather jacket. – Hay. Straw. Hay. Straw, – I rushed to the left, then to the right, reflecting the imaginary blows of my rivals. “Cuddle up to me,” the girl whispered, “and listen.