I watched the metro today.
A couple of people sit down self-forgotten. People deliberately take their eyes away.
Here, a climacteric aunt grabbed into a guy, a kind of unclean. He sits behind his elbow.
The young man! Man is young! Stop to stop. It is inappropriate. The young man.
The man cried out sharply and irritated:
I am him!
The wagon lay. My grandmother did not expect such a response and was upset.