It just happened in the parking lot.



The cars in the middle of the parking lot stood in a row. I saw the place and went to it, but it turned out that I was not alone. The young man in the black Priora, who was driving from the rear side, also pointed to this place. We stood opposite each other right in the middle of the parking lot. He, without leaving the car, shrugged his fist three times and looked at me. I understood everything without words and cried in response. We shrugged the fist three times. He had a stone, I had scissors, and I went to look for another place in an elevated mood.



And whoever spends their money and goes to training on conflict situations.

Thank you, you made my day!