Konik: the morning in the subway, everything as usual, on Taganka I eat in the first wagon, but the people still dofiga, the doors are already closed - but a full uncle has time to climb into the closing door. The doors close and open again, and again and again, I stand next to the wall that separates the driver’s cab and the car, and I hear clearly: you are a fucker, on!
The man is still pressed.)