In the universe, in the early 2000s, a bartender worked in Kamchatka, I liked to walk home at night in the winter in good weather, about an hour and a half.

Especially when snow falls, almost warm and without wind. You walk around, fresh groves, huge snowflakes slowly fall before your face, a large moon shadows the snow with a blueish sparkling light. I want to shout something enthusiastically, but the silence around prohibits. Beauty and tranquility.

Someone passed by very rarely at night, tea is not MKAD. But sometimes I put out my hand with my thumb lifted up "auto-stop", if going bored and heard the car behind.

One day a little overtook and a new crochet stopped in front of me. Sitting in the car - behind the wheel was a shaved naked and with blue "hands" tattooed on the elbow, a man straight from the infamous nineties. He asked where I was, and they talked a little about nothing on the road.

I stopped at my bus stop and asked, “How much?” He said, “I am a taxi. He turned and left in the opposite direction. He didn’t need to go to my side at all, he just threw a stranger at night.