I drove once, a couple of years ago, in a trolleybus on May 9, quite late, probably on the last. There were five people in the cabin, everyone was driving peacefully and clinged to the phones. A slightly empty man of the 50s came in, sat on the back seat, a conductor approached him and asked to pay for the trip. Mudachok at first cuddled on the topic that "his father fought", the conductor quietly continued to say that his world was his father, but the trip must be paid. After that, the bastard pulled a little bit out of his pocket and just threw it on the floor. The driver cried quietly. She did not scream, did not argue, but stood, shutting her face with her hands. The trolleybus was driving. Suddenly one of the men stood up, approached the driver and asked to open the back door. The trolleybus stood up and the door opened. As the man walked to the rear seat, another silently stood up. And they both, without saying anything, took him for the belt and belt, and just threw the plasma on the asphalt. I hope that this wise man gave himself all he could at the moment of landing. After that, they also silently picked up the little stuff from the floor and gave it to the conductor. How lucky that we still have such men!