It was three o’clock in the morning when the phone rang. That was my ex-girlfriend. She was crying and said that she had quarrelled with her new boyfriend: "I’m feeling so bad. I need somebody to cry on his shoulder. Please come to me now.” I felt sorry for her and decided to go to her immediately.
I got dressed and left home. It was quite dark outside. Suddenly I heard steps behind me. Those were two muggers. I decided not to play a hero and gave them all my money. Satisfied they wished me a long life and vanished in the dark as quickly as they had appeared.
So, I got to my car and drove to my poor friend. Unfortunately, as I got there, her boyfriend opened the door and asked me who I was and what on earth I was doing there. Definitely, they had already made peace.
When I went into the street I couldn't find my car anywhere. Obviously, it had been stolen! I was forced to get home by an early tram.
...I was sleeping, when the phone rang again. It was she, that poor thing: "We have just quarrelled again! He’s jealous of you now! Why do you spoil everything? I hate you! What do you want?” I only managed to say one thing: "My dear, I want to sleep and see my dreams.”