When I was 16, I returned once from my grandmother from the suburbs on an electric car. It was evening, there were a few people in the front of the car, and the back of the car where I was sitting was completely empty. I sat in the back seat at the window, the grandmother from the perron pointed to me with her hand on the company of the guys of the hoops (man four in my opinion), sitting in the tambour "on the courts", said that I should move further to the people, but I swung away with my hand. It wasn’t even a minute after the electric touched, as the whole hop company crashed into the car and took all the free seats around me. The one who sat opposite was significantly older than his comrades (years twenty in appearance), but he started with the standard phrase: "Do you hear the phone call?" Then something about helping the boys and other nonsense. At that point, I had been engaged in combat for six months, and while the phrases of the hopper became more and more threatening, I was chaotically trying to figure out what I would advise my coach to do in this situation. Suddenly a decision came. I suddenly stood up from my seat and... crossed the feet of the copters and took a quick step toward the people sitting in the front of the car and sat between them. Following me I heard the disappointed “from the same cock.” As strange as they were in town, they did not persecute me.



P.S The coach, when I told him this story, said I did everything right.