The festivities. The Polyclinic. 2 working therapists. There are two huge ranks of patients who were not lucky enough to get to the hospital before the holidays. Each of them has already sat for 2 hours in front of the office, and most of the world dreams of leaving here as soon as possible. With envious regularity, the emerging confusion in the ranks immediately turns into noisy local conflicts, meaningless and merciless. Finally, a temporary quiet... And here to one of the rows approaches a naive guy and carelessly throws from high to the sitting: “I will pass without a row, I only close the hospital.”