Vovochka came to visit his grandmother.
– What, are your parents fighting again?
– his grandmother asks him.
– Yes, my mother brought some kind of tripper from the resort. I gave it to my dad, uncle Seryozha and my neighbor from the apartment opposite. Now everyone is screaming and swearing. There’s just one thing I don’t understand: either I didn’t bring enough, or I didn’t divide it equally.
