My friend studied medicine. He travels with his groupmate from some practice there, in the backpacks of medical clothes.
At the same time, at the metro station, I pump a buch in the breast of a friend.
These two come to the same station, see me with a almost breathless body, and, as they say, the thought worked out, crazy. We got clothes, we dressed.
That is, the picture: I pump a guy, I look somewhere, and two sanitarians run to us. Well, I knew a friend, but this "client" is not. And after the phrase "Doctors":
All of it, take it!
The client began to swing in the direction of the escalators, along the way removing alcohol and snacks from the body through all the technical holes.