I go to the metro. Directly in front of me, near the exit, there are two: a healthy hairy loose all in the iron and a fragile, careful girl. Both in the headphones, from which the chaotic heavyweight is spread, something reminiscent of Leontiev's longing twists. The stop. The girl hurriedly leaves the car, the guy stays... I continue to listen to Leontiev in horror... 0_o Where is the world going?
Annie