On the subject of Achotakov

I’m on a trolley bus from "Belinki". The room is half empty and there are plenty of sitting places.
A drunk body comes in and splashes next to me. Little that splashed, so it begins to fall on me. I push, I get up, I move.
The body shakes something like "That’s a fool".
Then falls off at the next stop, bypasses the trolleybus (it is not lazy to assert myself, like I am a man and the last word behind me), knocks at my window and says that I am a fool. At the stop and in the trolleybus reigns universal fun.

And you are rape-rape, Ashotakova is actually.