When the house wall cardboard

Moved in a couple of weeks ago on rented apartments in panel five-story building. And last night, sitting at the laptop, heard a woman screaming coming from a neighboring apartment:

— Nastya, go and get the milk!!!

As much as I almost exploded in the store, though I'm not Anastasia. All anything, but the cry was repeated every fifteen minutes for four hours. And each time the screams got louder and nastier. I was about to go to the neighbors and talk to them as another cry: "Nastya for milk is down!!!" he heard the bass of a neighbor:

— Nastya, damn, you already go for the milk!

And the answer from the apartment where lived this hysterical woman's voice was heard the most Nasty:

— Yeah, I know! Not deaf!!!

"Well, well..." — I thought.

via factroom.ru