My daughter (8 years old, passionate lover of Animal Planet) saved me today from a murder... We’re going with her in a traffic jamming in the car. Nearby is a reminded right-handed Japanese woman with a boy in a sports suit and a hat. Periodically he opens the door and tastingly spit on the road looking around the sides with a dull expression on his face. After the third time I was almost tired and I said loudly:
The next time he opens the door, I’ll knock him in the door.
The girl grabs me in the hand and says:
Don’t be nervous, the animals are also throwing the territory.

Indeed, "The mouths of the baby..." - the food...

and Grazhdanin.