A small town in Connecticut. Instead of the first snow, everywhere is fog that even the eye shakes. On another evening’s trip, I saw a car crawling in front of me. Well, I think okay, maybe someone is cautious in this weather and darkness. Arriving closer, he saw a picture: the car runs, his mother, a dog, and the man only presses the gas pedal and energically explains something to her. Do not assure after that that you live in a fucking country.