I already wrote that my elderly, Xenia, decided to go to the medical school, and if enough points, then not to Tyumen, but to Peter, most likely - to a pediatrician-neonatologist, and I have already broken up and agreed on this. So, she and her friend go to the hospital once a week, volunteering. Hospital "ambulance", type of Moscow "square". From the latter: some drunk uncle got help, but refused to leave. Not at all, but in a particular door, because before him in this door... came out some... m... k... walked, looking for an ALTERNATIVE DOOR!