The evening. I go home. The route did not wait - decided to walk. Suddenly I see a long-awaited one. Pulling his hand, he targeted the middle door. The driver saw me and dropped the speed. I got on the bus, I run. I am running. The driver drives slowly, but does not open the door or brake. He just goes. And I am running. Add the speed. The driver also drowned. "Look, shit!" – I think – "Go to the garden:(". I take a quick step. The driver also decreases speed. "What is it?" I hear the scream from behind: "The back door..."