I lost the stereotypes.

I stayed in a small hotel in the center of Moscow. Later in the evening, I decided to go down to smoke. At the entrance there was a bench marked as a smoking place.

There was a 35-year-old girl sitting on the bench. She was wearing socks in a large net. Very short coat of leather. It is a symbolic jeans coat.

“They ran out a prostitute here,” I thought hanchesky.

The girl was sitting on the bench, throwing her foot on her foot. She had a cigarette in one hand and a smartphone in the other. She looked at the screen and cried.

I was ashamed and mentally sympathized with her. Could a young man have just written to her that he is leaving her to another? And even if she’s a prostitute – maybe her snooker hit her and demanded money. And the only friend just wrote that she can’t help her?

There were sounds from the speaker and it became clear that the girl was watching a Latin American series from her phone.

I was a little upset and thought about how much I was stuck in the shower. A man just looks at a beautiful story about love and sincerely sympathizes with the heroes. And that her dress is a little challenging – what’s wrong with it? Well, she wants to attract attention and arouse interest in men. A very natural desire.

In mixed feelings, I threw the straw into the urn and was about to go back to the room. But then the lady raised on me slightly swollen and red eyes from tears. Snooping her nose, she asked:

Do you want to rest with me?

I did not want. I don’t like Latin American series.