This was not taken from the inuit, but placed there.
It happened to me an hour ago.
I was on the fifth tram. I stand on the back floor. Behind me is a man from a deep bottom. Looks not dirty, normally dressed, shaved, beards under his nose. Suitable conductor, a young woman aged 25-30. He says that there is no money, she replied that, said, prepare then for the exit, and went to call the driver. Sorry for the wagon. Ordinary situation, I have to say.
I regretted him and quietly swallowed the red - on, I say, you will give her.
Thank you says.
The driver arrives at the stop. You have a ticket, he asks. That guy has no money! The driver took him out of the door. With my red!! to
So my reserve of human love for today is exhausted.