I walk with a girl in the city in the evening. As we passed through the stop, we suddenly got into a dark underground where at 40 meters in the darkness before us appears a crowd of people out of 10, evilly smoking, badly looking at our side.
The girl very resolutely pulls me by the sleeve, saying, let’s turn into another strange. But I understand that we are already too close, and you have to go to the end or not.

We get closer, and there, it turns out, a crowd of young girls smoking gathered in a club nearby.

This is the women’s competition.