"I sit for forty seven minutes. During this time, eight times different health workers approached me <...> Another minute after fifteen came a lady with a shovel and made the pretense that the floor was sprinkled with blood <...> In general, an hour and a half later the surgeon came, led into some wardrobe to sew the hand..."

A grandfather-neighbor on the garden line is hit by a car - not to death, but applied a lot. A fracture with displacement, shock, not counting numerous hematomas and sardines. When he arrives in the hospital, he is asked "will he get to rest himself?" Then he sat for forty minutes next to the reception room in line. He then answers numerous questions about his long and difficult life and associated diseases. And then - by analogy with the "chicken on the cake", let's call it "zephyrka in cacao" - the pensioner who has already begun to believe in eternal life and his own inviolability is offered independently (!) get first to the body A to the third floor (right-by-the paddle-through the lab-left-to-the floor you will get up there), and from there - to the neurology in the body B to the fourth. “Look, just don’t go down this staircase, there’s an impasse – there will be another staircase at the end of the corridor. After this successfully passed the test on sports orientation grandfather in a couple of days from the hospital is discharged to regenerate home with the words "nothing to do, that I, you, a sick of what?"Native medicine will not give up, prisoners do not take.