I meet a fellow, I look, he crumbles.

I ask what the problem is.

He tells.

He is engaged in parachutism. In the summer, we were flying on a square near the city. In short, he had a parachute and it fell from a small height. But it fell quite successfully, not in a circle, but relatively softly. There are no fractures, but it is badly broken. They called an ambulance, and while she was driving - comrades carefully removed all the projectile from him, pulled into the car, and he himself was left under surveillance lying in the middle of the field. An ambulance arrives, the rest of the parachutists lead the brigade to the crash site. They approach and see a man lying in the middle of the field.

Dialogue with the doctor.

Man, what has happened?

and fell.

How did he fall? have stumbled?

No from above.

There are no trees, no rocks, no pillars nearby.

The doctor swallowed.

Where from above?? to

The Comrade says:

From there...

And as it hurts to move your hands, it points up with your eyes.

It was necessary to see the reaction of the staff of the ambulance brigade, who tracked the direction of his gaze and unexpectedly leaned their eyes into the clouds.

The comrade said it was very painful, but he was roaring.