The smell of sweat:

I was sitting in a taxi somehow, and there was such a fireplace - even holy carvings. He opened his window so as not to sink to the destination. The driver insulted so, with a ride: "I can't open the windows a month at a time! " I put him on a blue eye, thickened by lack of oxygen: "Here it smells. " So he put me in matts, turned to the side and landed. I don't quite understand - when your income directly depends on the comfort of your passengers, is it so difficult to wash and use a deodorant in the morning? And you talk about some men in buses and metro. At least a bubble.