I get in the subway situation when you have not yet had time to get out, and you are dragged back into the car. I decided to fight it, because there is a range in my shoulders. And here someday I get out of the wagon the last, of course all the straw, well, I also popper, scattering everyone (roughly, but still). I get out and I feel like someone is holding me by the shoulder. I think: fucking, probably an ambala which I caught or minted. I turn, and there is a fragile girl just below me and smiles: thank you, or I would have been crushed there.
Moral: Wait until the people come out!