I go to the garbage dump. Looking around a tank, a guy mistakes half-gopnically with crazy eyes and turns some armor in his hands. Carefully looking at me and asking: "Small things will not be found?" A little shake, I give out: "Where do I have the little things, only for the washing went out..." and sweet so, confidently, I smile. and pause. In the eyes of the guy appears an unhealthy light and he gives out: "What is your name? Could you leave a number?"
No one has met me yet...