Tram stop late in the evening. At the stop glamorous some guy and herla, three meters from the stop stands a cloudy bearded guy of a biker type. The beard smokes. The glamorous type decides to whisper on this topic, the type of mess and shame.
Browning: There is no such law. Go to Nash.
Glamour: There is such a law! You do not have the right to public blabla!
OK, there is such a law. Go to Nash.