The civil prospectus. The morning. The Metro. I walk through the station to the escalator, I don’t touch anyone. Here from the platform a man turns out sharply and cuts me in the most sharp way. As a result, I stood on his foot.



I say to him, “Sorry please.” He said to me, “Are you blind? I am on the main road. You should have missed me.” Since I did not agree with him, I suggested that he make an accident. So he gave me a meaningful look and went away.