A friend told me. He suffered an injury to the beard. He went to the Military Department. After her, the tired man walked home (in military uniform). The bus. Hour of pic. He is sitting. A familiar girl calls him.
The girl: Hi
My friend: Hi
Girl: How is it?
My friend is tired. I go from war.
No matter further. The bus stopped completely for a moment.
After a while I call again. Almost the same. After this conversation, a man who was sitting next to him asks a friend:
M: Boy, where are you from?
d: from there (cooking the head in a mysterious direction).
I know people who go there for money.
Imagine the eyes of a man and half a bus when a friend stands up and, without answering anything, goes to the exit.