Story of a friend

I wanted Pepsi, went to the store, at 4 a.m. (thank you for the quarantine for the shattered regime), and in the entrance the grandmother on the walls with a marker writes disgraceful words about the president. She was scared, but said: Oh, you're sorry, don't tell anyone, maybe at least the repair in the entrance will be done, I'm already tired of writing applications and complaints.

A week later, the repair was done.

So it is not the vandals destroying the walls in the entrances, but the grandmothers who have lost hope.