Positive post, on hot tracks. I went out at 21-40 for a run. She ran a little, jumped a little into the classics, and went home. Finally, almost in front of the house, I decided to run again - the road is straight, almost flat and without holes. You can break up.

Suddenly I noticed the car, there was police. Slow down a little ahead, from the passenger side comes out a guy in shape and eagerly goes to meet me. I pull out the headphones and I get the following dialogue:

Girl, is it okay? From whom are you fleeing? Need a help? ? to

I just want to run, I want to lose weight.

Don’t wait, it’s late and it’s dark.

I am just running home.

They sat back and left.

Honestly, it was even a little pleasant from such attention and indifference.

There are good people, there are good people.