After the fire at

I entered the car and felt like I was thrown into a bowl of cucumbers.
I stand on the fifth between the front and rear doors. Before 1905, a girl next to me asks: “Who’s going out on the 905th?” and somewhere behind the door says: “I’m going out.” Well, the whole fifth started laughing... suddenly the laughter abruptly stopped. I turn, and this was spoken by a 4x4 squat and under a meter ninety-four.
XHH: Have you ever felt like you’re being pressed out of a tube paste?