I once had a dog, a taxi. We go with her in the elevator, two Caucasians come in, look down and one says:

Oh sheep sheep, right?

Well, I’m going to kick, tk. Not very inclined to talk to random people. The man is not concerned:

The German, right?

I cried without any thought:

The Caucasus!

And only because, in my view, it is the Caucasian shepherds who are the greatest and fiercest, regardless of the characteristics of my companions.

Here, for the first time, I felt what it meant "the atmosphere was thickened": there was silence, they hanged up somehow, looked around, I got to know WHAT I cried... I was 16 years old, the 90s - no cameras, no concierge, and the general situation of those times allowed to suggest that they could cling to my tongue unchallengedly and very likely.

But here the second, not the one who asked, cleared the situation:

and WAH! What is the question, that is the answer, and he raised his finger up.