A friend of mine told me:
From the wildest bodywork, rushing to work (working as a middle-level manager in the average office), he decided on the road that he would die if he did not cure what he suffered from. I bought a vodka. In the sorting hid under some of the pipes there, the shorter you will find, decided to take a little homeopathic doses during the working day.
I went for the first dose in half an hour, pulled out the empty bottle, wrapped in an A4 paper with the message of the following content: "Thank you, o beautiful stranger. I know you are beautiful. Only a wonderfully beautiful man was able to save me, the raw and the poor, from the terrible death in torments and scourges of a terrible illness called the fucking shit! May God give you health "
Who it was and how the bubble was heard is unknown at this time.