I stood in the metro. The train runs rarely at 10 p.m. I have a fever of 37 days. I ride with a heat in my bag. I think I should die. I am measuring. The train arrived. I went in, sat down. I sit at the station, two. My aunt next to the series. He looks, he looks straight into his soul. I remember the thermometer. I look at her, take the thermometer and say "Oh!". turned to