Ghennady: I want to share today’s event, the eyewitness of which I have been. I sat in the bus, I went to work, I left the headphones at home. Some drunk from the morning the cock began to make an agitation in passenger transport, such as: to get to the bodies, to start blue conversations with other passengers, to overwhelm people talking on the phone. One man hinted to him, say, let’s calm down, let’s go out and talk '. Drink, say, without a bazar, let’s go. Something I wanted to go out with them, because the machete was stuck. So the bus comes to the stop, these two go out, I follow. The seducer (who turned out to be a guy of a sports body) broke his fist on a fucking drunk (who turned out to be a meter-two-height bump). Ambal's nose was swept from a blow. The comforter said to him, saying, let yourself behave badly and left. Alkas was upset and sat and waited for the next bus. and all. And that’s all, shit! No screams, no sharp clashes, no nichu. Ordinary morning fighting in Minsk. Without excess and without anything.