I am standing at the stop, drinking a beer, not touching anyone. From a distance, two typical bombs approach me - in old dirty jackets, in dinamics, in Soviet hats - and pull the carts, simultaneously squeezing empty beer bottles from urns. They approach me and I hear their dialogue:
So, I went through the last Resident Ivel.
“Well, fucking your Resident Ivel, Stalker is more interesting!
For me, this is a chorus:
Don’t throw away the bottle!

Oh, the hero of ourselves in Peter the Bomber.