A compliance checker arrived at my door to check off if I was being a good boy quarantining and whatnot.
He asked me had I been out during the time I arrived back. I lied and said no.
He asked me if I've had any contact with anyone since my arrival. I lied and said no.
He asked me if I'm well stocked with food. I truthfully said yes.
He bid me a good day and wiped the pearls of sweat glistening at the top of his bald head and stumbled back to his minivan.
It seems the system is full of holes.
Brobably by now. We're specialists in frigid bedroom laws to regulate our bdsm and other erotic acts down between man and woman, and woman and woman, and man and man, and man and dog, and man and cat, and so on and so on.
I see why Russians lie so much. They're afraid of an all expense paid job package.
