In the evening, I leave the bus station and go home on the last bus. Comfortably sitting down and warm up, he stuck in the phone and began to listen to the surroundings. I hear an interesting conversation the controller drives a student student out of the bus as everyone's favorite in the MO shooter as always glutes and doesn't break. The boy resists, not so as to bite, but simply asks to understand and give an opportunity to get home. The controller is stubborn and her arguments are correct. Control on the line simply wipes out then in powder both her and the driver. The guy realizing that his business is sewing calls his mother and communicates to her that the matter is shit and today he will spend the night on a driveway or call a taxi, the phone is transmitted to the controller and judging by the conversation the mother also tries to convince the counter to understand and forgive. The stubborn man has been taken out of the street. The bus went. Silently taking a paper I write on it my cell phone and standing up from the spot I approach the controller I give 100 rubles. I say this for him. Then I give the guy a paper and ask for those 100 rubles. Then put on the phone. The trip cost about 70 rubles. A hundred rubles fell on the phone. The next day he called me and thanked me. Faith in people gave me a plus in karma. During the student's dispute, the rest of the students were flattered. Who would say I couldn’t give that shit, and I think it’s better than being indifferent at all.