It was a few years ago. I leave the clinic and see the old grandmother (B) walking slowly along the fence towards the stop and holding her hands to the fence. It was winter, slippery.

In such cases, I would rather help the old man than simply ignore him.

I: Mother, where are you? Let me go.

The grandmother cried out and immediately agreed. I put her in my car, close the door and sit behind the wheel.

We walked literally 10 minutes, silently, and I called to lead her to the apartment itself.

We climb to the third floor. For a long time, of course, but persistently, I held her by the hand. Fifth floor, no elevator is provided.

Grandma just begins to open the castle, as her neighbor (C) comes out and let me scream:

C: - Petrovna, I know who this is - the black realtor!

B: Oh you are a bitch!

How I’m going to get avocado.



I went down with the matches. But he smiled anyway.