My grandfather and I went to the building yesterday. I walk back to the entrance, and there is a grandmother sitting in the shop who is always bored. There’s another meter and a half to the bench, and she’s already screaming that I’ve almost drowned her. Grandfather washed off: comes out of the car and quietly, quietly, grandmother - what are you shouting?! I would take you to the cemetery, the car is yours. After half an hour, the grandmother was silent.