A friend (D), who has forgotten his glasses at home, with the skins (C) sitting on the alley in the center of Ulyanovsk, communicate. A African (A) passes by.
D: That’s Patrick, we’re learning together, a good guy! I am happy, I greet you. Stand up Patrick!
A, hearing the "Stand" from the skins, naturally, rubs the fifth, D, not understanding what it is about, runs after him. The other side is shattered. After a half-hour pursuit, A was thrown into an impasse, where he crumbled into a piece. Approaches D, looks into the face of A: "No, not Patrick." He turns and leaves with the skins...