I see the difference of generations today.

Not prosperous area, TC, knife department. The long-haired guy (P) in the barracks and coats with interest considers the impressive size of the hammer, next to the uncle (D) in a suit and with a tie, fifty years of age with a tail.

D (protective tone, pointing to the knife): From five to twenty years.
P: But he is alive.

Uncle shrugged and retreated.