I decided to go to a group one day. The girl is silent, serious, in principle nothing extraordinary. I knew she was going to some cool artist at night. So the conversation:
I: Are you not afraid to walk there alone, the station, all kinds of bombs?
D: Yes, if I end early, people still go there, calmly.
I: When is it too late?
When it’s late, I take the gun with me. I got the license a year ago.