I am standing in the metro. At the next station in the car on a wheelchair comes a man. I looked at him skeptically and thought, “Now it will start broadcasting...” But the doors are closed, the train is touched and soon hides in the tunnel, and the disabled continues to sit quietly in the corner. And then I thought, “Have I become so hard on people? Can a man not just go somewhere..." - I didn't have time to finish the thought, as a man started asking for money. And then I realized that I was okay.