I am late for the concert of Igor Saruhanov at the Kirov Dram Theater. I am looking for a parking place in the streets adjacent to the drama theatre, everything is stuck. Suddenly, because of the parked cars on the road suddenly runs out a man. I’m on the brakes, but I still take a fool on the hood. And here he lies on the hood, looking at me frightened, and then I realize that it is Igor Sarukhanov. To say that I have achreneled, there is nothing to say. The concert went well.