I stood on the balcony of the 1st floor, did not turn on the light, 4 o'clock in the morning, I smoke. A man passes by - you can see somewhere slipped, his ass in the snow. I say, “Man, shake off his ass!” and he is on the machine: “Thank you,” he shakes off his coat, turns around and looks at his car looking at the frog. The man sneezed at her, thanked her again and quickly departed.