A warm Saturday evening, we went for a walk on the boulevards. We were attacked by agitators "Come to the elections in September and vote for our candidates!". The landing apparently landed. The first two - it is still normal, when for one short boulevard, the fourth rushes over you on a selfie - is already nervous (I, however, in general, the selfie carried over is nervous, regardless of the civil position of the invader).

The fifth and sixth agitator, seeing our faces, did not approach themselves, and the seventh, standing at the very end of the boulevard, sang to himself under the nose "Elections, elections, candidates pydoras".