On a warm spring evening, I stood on the balcony, drank coffee, admired the sky, the day was heavy. Suddenly, from the corner of the house, a guy ran out, followed by another with a beat and screams: "Stand, fall, I will kill!" So they fled to the other end of the house. I think my day wasn’t that heavy. I drink coffee and rest. Because of the corner where the guys fled, a guy runs out, who was with a beat, but already without a beat, and behind him three guys with a beat and mounting with a scream: "Well kill, where did you run?" All of them fled outside the house. I stand on the balcony, drink coffee, I think: I did not have a heavy day, obviously not a heavy day.