I go after the concert.Bright makeup, mother with a huge cut, of course, how not to boast of the others with her elegant third-size breasts.At the pre-last stop, the door of the bus opens.Grandmother, age 75-80, tries to climb the stairs.I run, help to get up, I sit on my seat.She, smiling, raises her eyes on me and says, "Thank you, boy."
Here’s how to help people after that :-)