Brother came home drunk and he also surrendered himself with giblets...

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Yesterday my younger brother showed up with another partying pretty drunk. To his mother did not suspect, played a show. Too clear motion, unnatural neatness in the background of the missing gaze and complete silence. Quickly took off his shoes and jacket, washed his hands, made himself a snack — well, just perfect "crime." I watched his every move and was wondering whether to admit he's a mistake.

Brother ate, washed the dishes and went to the bathroom. And all would be nothing if not a long sound escaping from the body of alcohol, which echoed throughout the apartment and has attracted parental attention. Out of the corner came my mother's voice:

Yeah, never before had Stirlitz been so close to a fiasco...

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