This is the weather that unites people.
YYY?
I'm standing in the shelter today, waiting for transportation, enjoying a new touch phone. Suddenly in the field of sight appears a typical gopnik, in such weather in a sports jacket, incomprehensible pants, and a hat that unknowingly ears melt, the picture is supplemented by seeds, which the one with taste slides, flooding the shell in all directions. I think my phone is missing. At this moment, transportation is running out. I almost in vain try to get out of the hole. And here is the apophysis of the painting: he, instead of "stapping on the fast-track", WROSSES the seeds, gives me a hand and pulls out of the grove with the words: "Please, girl, be careful, still the ice under the snow."