Today after the clinic met a St. Petersburger of the 85th level!
I went after the doctors on the way to the cafe, I sat down, relaxed with a coffee and a note. After some time, a guy passes by my table, putting a folded paper on my table, from a notebook, apparently. He hurried out of the cafe.
On paper, the inscription from the hand, but in printed letters, probably, so that it is not difficult to disassemble the handwriting.
“Maybe I’m not in my business, so if you don’t accept such an invasion of your life, don’t open this note and just throw it away.”
I opened the note!) With the same printed letters:
“You have bacillus on your legs that you probably didn’t remove after visiting a medical institution. If it is not a mistake, but a conscious part of the clothes, I apologize for the disturbance."