I was invited to visit. The weather was wintery, frosty, snowy, only without moths. The distance to the destination is 4 km, I think - in 40 minutes I will get to walk. It is done, I dress, I go. On the street was all minus 18, dressed decently, but did not calculate that walking a quick step decently warms the body.

After 20 minutes, I pulled off my jacket. Five minutes later, I removed the shirt. And two more, a hat. My appearance is specific. Beard and shaved skull. I take off my hat, I feel the steam on my skin that the steam is coming from my head. At that moment, I met with the eyes of a blind black man stuck in a thick-walled pantyhose. This look of complete madness I remembered for a long time.