История. Стою в вагоне метро в Москве, напротив...

Story. I stand in a subway car in Moscow, opposite the doors. At the bus stop, a blonde girl enters. Eyes full of carelessness, heels, in general, such a sweet one. He gets up close, takes out a player and from there it started so deafeningly to chop Nightwish. Well, I think everyone has their own tastes. Then she takes out a book in the course of Japanese poetry, and in the original, and begins to read calmly. My face is a little stretched. Well, in the end, her reading is interrupted by a mobile call. Further, the conversation: - Yes ... yeah .. So this: you fasten the power supply at the very top of the back of the system unit with four bolts, the power cord leaves it .. What does it mean where? To the motherboard, hard drive, drive .... Yeah .. Nafigats decided to assemble a computer if you don’t know anything about that !? Turns off the phone, notices my dead face, and smiles so sweetly, says: “Calm, I'm painted .