About kindness, care and tactic. We went somehow with friends to the dacha. In their "Tavry" Everything was fine, except that Tavria had something with the wheel, maybe a hernia, or maybe just not balanced. The car in front trembled so that on the way back, my legs appeared. Mosaic by Karl! Sitting in the car! This is a long-awaited city. I tactically ask to get me out at the nearest subway... At least somewhere already! They offer to take me home. I don’t even know what gave me the strength not to shout "NEET!!!"