And if there is hell in the universe, it is not a hell of fire with boilers and devils, but a crowded subway car where people are suffocated and consciousness rubbed from pressure, bite each other and fight to get in. And the worst thing is that all this is needed in time to get to the hateful job, where they pay so much to get enough for a quarter pay, bad food and travel on the same Triblad metro. This eliminates the possibility of getting out of the circle. These are the cakes.

The happy resident of Ryazansky Prospekt