I go home, the time is seven o’clock in the evening and it’s so cold that the road runs next to the bank, where the pedestrian area consists of large square tiles, different in height.The grandmother, the godfather, goes to the meeting, with his grandson, and she is obviously rushing somewhere.Well, in this rush, the child stumbles and falls face to face to the ground.Rewot.Speaks to the grandmother - said the guilty.And that’s how nothing was answering"The grandson, it’s not the wine.So you see where we’re going, this is the bank, this uncle put the money in his pocket and made such a road".