told a acquaintance. She was driving a car, reading a book. At one of the stops, a company of workers entered and began to cling to her with stupid questions: "Girl, what are you reading? Why do you read?” and etc. She did not react, then one of them approached her closely, took a wooden fallos, painted under the hook, swung under her nose and said, "Would you try?" She calmly replied, “I sympathize with you. So young, and already with a prothesis.” In the wagon began a homeric whistle, the guy became red, the bullet flew into the tambour and did not come out of it until the end of the way. After that, the workers permeated her with respect and no longer attached, and even the opposite - guarded. To her questions, “Where is your pain?” They said, “The fuck knows him.”