A well-known fire-Ride once in a placard wagon... at night, I sleep on the lower sidewalk, all the money and documents under the shelf are shut down. Here through a dream I see: somebody around me stopped, sat down and joked something. Well, I did not open my eyes, as I put my heels (because there is nothing else good to touch). I get up, and in front of me a young woman like this with a fungalow is sitting, the ropes of her shit are unwrapped...