Picture: Sunday evening, metro.We go with a friend of paintball - a soldier, barbers, all business. In front of us are two coffee-cake-cake school-age men.They are looking at us, they are worried. The car runs quietly on them, then on us. After a couple of stations we get bored of it all, we approach the animists, we quietly look at them, a friend gives:
You hear it, guys. I think our kung fu is better than yours"
Those at the next station jumped out.