I am going home today. As usual, there is a lot of electricity. Like a slug in a bank. All seats are naturally occupied by tired young men; of the six seats, four or five are occupied by them. Girls, girls, women stand as usual. Nothing is surprising.
And that means I’m standing over one such " tired". The red boy is twenty-five years old. He looked at me from the bottom up, assessed... Something is coming up there... Well, I think the stitch will get up, the place will give in, and I will sit there a woman with bags of sixties, who stood next to me.
The tired red man looked around me again and with the most naïve expression of his face said, “Girl, put your bags on my knees, you are in trouble!”
She kept laughing! But he did not refuse and threw his pound bag with bags on him. A man sitting opposite, seeing everything happening, turns to the woman, takes heavy bags from her and hangs on a hook. With a sense of duty, he sits back in place, floats in a smile, turns on the player. The curtain!
These are the gentlemen of the 21st century!! to