Previously, the world was fairer. He swallowed ice cream, wet his legs, dressed lightly in the autumn, sick, understand why: he was guilty, he was stupid. And now what? You go to work in the morning with a hundred migrants in a subway car, and all have their diseases, against which you do not have immunity (well you did not grow up in Central Asia because). And you come out around right: I went to work, not even late. He was sick anyway. Where is Justice?