The morning. The sleeping tram runs precisely on the rails that have not yet awakened. Suddenly he stops: everything is clear, an accident is ahead. Unhappy passengers leave the train. In front of me was a line of semi-empty trams.

I get to the nearest intersection: so is, a small red “Peugeot” crashed into a steep jeep. The side of “Peugeot” on the passenger’s side “wraps”, so the driver was still very lucky. The driver of the “Peugeot” was a gentle woman, who came out of the salon and speaks with someone lively on the mobile phone. The driver of the jeep also speaks on the phone, but directly from the cabin, it is visible for him below his own dignity to go out with some stupid grandmother, especially on his beauty there is no scratch. Everyone is waiting for Haishnikovs. Listen to the victim’s whisper:

- Imagine, dear, a goat has crashed into my little bitch. Why am I stupid and can’t drive? It’s his fault, it’s his fault. Probably as stupid as his jeep.

Her voice visibly reached the cabin of the jeep, the door opens and the driver of the jeep goes out to the disassembly. She looks at him, he looks at her, they recognize each other and at the same time shout:

That is you! ?! to