I thought, this is only in ridiculous comedies: I go to the race, on the left of the staircase cosmetics are sold. I turn, I think to get in between two stands with cosmetics and... beautifully lubricated in the glass, picturesque stretching my hands. Only a slow slide was lacking for complete happiness. The passage was within a meter from the scene of the collision. The vendors looked so sympathetically, they probably thought that I really want a new dress.