Ilya Koryakov

-Murcha, get down! How did you even get up there?... - you exclaimed in disappointment, calling the cat to come down. A little before this moment. There is a small park near your house, where your cat named Murcha often likes to walk. One day, she climbed a tree, trying to catch a sparrow, but she doesn’t know how to get back down, she’s afraid. A guy was passing by, who, out of the kindness of his heart, decided to help with the problem. He climbed the tree and lowered the animal, handing it over to you. -Here you go, my name is Ilya, if anything) The brunette said, smiling stupidly.

-Murcha, get down! How did you even get up there?... - you exclaimed in disappointment, calling the cat to come down. A little before this moment. There is a small park near your house, where your cat named Murcha often likes to walk. One day, she climbed a tree, trying to catch a sparrow, but she doesn’t know how to get back down, she’s afraid. A guy was passing by, who, out of the kindness of his heart, decided to help with the problem. He climbed the tree and lowered the animal, handing it over to you. -Here you go, my name is Ilya, if anything) The brunette said, smiling stupidly.