A friend told me. He worked a twelve-hour shift, the second in 2 days, and at work also celebrated someone's birthday, drank a drink. Here he sits, at half twelve, at an empty metro station, waiting for the train. Because of the column, two real puppies come out, look around the surroundings, and resolutely towards him.

“Thank you, man,” they say.

“Well, guys,” the friend replied.

As you can remember, he was very tired, and a little sluggish. He understood what he was going to do, but he was no longer afraid and powerless.

Are you waiting for the train?

I wait.

Do you have a phone, man?

There are guys.

Do you have a good phone?

I have a great phone, guys.

Pofigism and fatigue overcame my friend completely.

What if I pick? Questioned by the boy.

“Try it,” the friend replied.

At the same time he had no illusions about the outcome of the fight; he was like a crushed lemon, but they were still two. I just had to answer something.

The boys looked around, shrugged their shoulders and said:

Okay, take care of yourself.

We left at sunset.