I’ve lived in Peter all my life, but I’ve gone astray today.
At 10 meters from the entrance to the subway, a bunch of bombers were sitting down quite strongly. Heat in the sun because of the warm weather. One of them clung to the people standing at the subway for cigarettes and gallantly served ladies. I also smoked at the end.
What surprising. Each lady, having drowned, stood up and carried a cucumber to the urn at the entrance to the subway. The cigarette shooter did the same.
I am still in a cultural shock.