I go from work. I went into the tram, I sat down, I sat down, I didn’t touch anyone, I forced to fix. After a couple of stops, a girl stands up and obviously is going out. Standing up near the front door. The conductor approaches it, then the dialogue:

Q: Girl, are you going out now?

D is yes.

Q: Go to the middle door, we do not open the front door.

D: I decide by which door I am going out.

Q: But, girl, we don’t open the front door!

D: This is not my problem!

I am slightly upset by this turn, I look forward to the continuation. The tram stops, the girl stands at the closed front door. The doors are closed and the tram continues. At the next stop, the girl proudly snatches her nose and defiles around the salon, something is out there, goes out into the middle door and proudly departs.

It was she herself who decided so.