Lost Telephony

The day was finally written on time. In the morning I woke up alone, exhausted by a cold with a blocked nose. I decided to call the headmaster of the Ochikara again, but to no avail. So I called the secretariat and they gave me the correct number. On the way, I accidentally called the wrong number, a very nice woman answered. I made an appointment with the director tomorrow, it turned out that you are driving at the moment. At the same time as I was talking, my dad rang a hell of a long time at the door, it was scary. I told him and he told me even more. He brought with him a package with a pair of shortwaves. So I added the gift, it turned out that at the same time my grandfather had a name day. So we wished him a wish, dad gave him a new blood pressure monitor. Besides, my dad was very praising me to my grandpa about this gift I jumped to the store for a battery, and then we tested the walkie-talkies. However, some glitches came out, two buttons in one do not work: for transmitting and for muting the voice. It became clear when I first went out to test, I had to go back and set up automatic broadcasting. The second time I reached the tenement house, it was easy to hear, in the end the range in the open area was as high as 8km Then, on the lapop, I started typing my notes onto the computer, but didn't finish. The math equation editor in Word Portable didn't work at all. So I wrote under the notes from the page. Then it turned out that my grandfather lost his cell phone. We went to the car to check if it was there, unfortunately it wasn't. Daddy slept during this time. Then my dad went to the city to look for her, he was even in the stescal monitoring and to no avail. I called Lukasz Poeta, Arek, Orange and the police about this. I was very good at talking to them. Mrs. Zal�ska also called - she was asking for everything. Grandpa told some interesting stories: as the police replied to CB Radio: "he just doesn't hide, we do what we have to do." Interesting story with a Russian who drank alcohol and then lit a cigarette. He started to burn from the inside, a friend urinated in his mouth to save him and supposedly sent him back. I wrote an application for discharge from Ochikara. In the evening, I also searched the Internet for the possibility of localization. There remains a service where there is a child with a impersonation service. I don't see any other way out.