I slide, I try not to slide. By the way, I go in winter barbers, but still very hard, ice, I would say, perfect. I go through a rather difficult area, trying to walk into safer places, somewhere the ice is cracked, somewhere a little grass or leaves pass through. A woman falls behind me.

Man, are you normal? ! to

I: Are you me?

J: And who else?

I: And what did I do?

J: Why did you go here?

I: In the sense?

J: Well I followed you!

I: And what about me? ! to

In response to the dissatisfied bragging about how bad I am, and I hastily decided to go away...