It’s getting dark. Father shouts from the balcony: “Vovochka, are you thinking of going home?” “I think,” the son answers.
– So what?
– Dad, let me think some more.
It’s getting dark. Father shouts from the balcony: “Vovochka, are you thinking of going home?” “I think,” the son answers.
– So what?
– Dad, let me think some more.