Changed rights in the summer. Of course, a certificate from a psychiatrist is required. I don't know how in other cities, but we have to go straight to the psychic. I come, I go, I look for the office I need. And suddenly the look falls on the mirror in the hallway. It turns out that if you look at it from a certain angle, you can see some sort of dressing room, and there are two either trainees or just young nurses. Halatics removed, hanged on the hangover and stand, talk toples. The heat! Well, I have looked. A low female voice brought me out of the thunder: "Who's the man who walks without observation?" I look around, then in the mirror, and I realize that the fool is me. On me, the linen costume is expensive, but in the interior of the psycho he looks like a pyjama. And a stupidly happy expression of the face. Also, not shaved, but naked haircut! I got my certificate in a week.