The cloudy morning route runs from the sleeping area to the center. Through all traffic jams, congestion, lighting... People are sleeping or trying to sleep. And then at the stop comes a man, happy as a whole flock of elephants. He blows on sitting next to a strict woman of the teacher's kind, gets a cell phone out of his pocket and, breathing fresh exhalation, plunges into a lively dialogue.
But Sanka? Call me Natasha immediately. What a grandmother she is, oh, what a grandmother she is... And how she passes does – m-m-m, not to die, my wife does not know how to get up... Yes, repeat again, I record... Yes, thank you for introducing you! - and all this minutes for three, with details, emotions to the ceiling and a matte two words for a third.
The route begins to revive. Those who have still tried to see their dreams wake up and look at the man with a shock. The “teacher” in the neighboring seat demonstratively whispers and turns to the window. A man says goodbye to
I immediately picked up Natasha’s number. But Natasha? Hi to you! I liked what we did with you! I want you more! No one has done me so well before, right? Can you do better? The teacher in the neighboring seat turns to the man and asks him to speak quieter, because his expressions insult her pedagogical hearing. The man impatiently waits away from her and again plunges into the conversation. “I was so excited that you shaved your legs... You understand, I can’t tell my wife that, she will immediately feel that I changed her... Well, you have to be patient, and what to do...
The route is already fully awake and is listening to the details with interest. The driver is hungry in the mirror and also is attentive, holding his breath. Only the "teacher" is dissatisfied, she just boils out of the hard-to-restrain indignation. Then a second phone call arrives. He interrupts, the winning tone diminishes, and he almost whispers to Natashka — Oh, forgive me, I can’t talk anymore, I need to answer the call... Wife! Will I call you later? Well for now!
And already with a completely different voice begins to drum into the tube: - Yes, dear... Oh, we drank with Sanka yesterday, so drank... Well, you know him, and what to do... Oh, it’s bad for me now, my head breaks... Yes, I’ll take a pill. I’ll try to come early, yes. Although there is a lot of work.
Sunshine, sorry, okay, I’ll definitely try to come early.

And here comes the star hour of the teacher. She turns to the man and very clearly says straight into the microphone of his mobile phone – My-Ily, well where you are digging there, I am tired of waiting for you... I am cold, go to me, dear!

The man falls his jaw, he convulsively clamps his cell phone under the friendly goot of passengers. The driver hits the brakes and bites the steering wheel. The man, pressing his tail, sneaks at the door and asks to let him go. The route is shaken from the hood. The door knocks. The student turns to the window and smiles. The curtain...