HH: Lenka has dampened here. You know, she just quarrels about driving. Here we stood in a traffic jams to pay for the paid road, we approached the box office, she stretched coins, and there the aunt was doing something with a wreath. Let’s open up, there’s a row! My aunt opened and let us go. Lenka through the pause: What, did she hear me? And most importantly, with such horror in the voice!