I was in the metro. Monday in the morning. The driver, apparently, after the weekend, then broke from the spot, then pressed the brake to full. The people telepated on wagons like balls, from one end of the wagon to the other. Finally, after the next braking, a healthy man somehow rises from the chest of the bodies, pressing the contact with the driver. Apparently something didn’t connect so well, because his chubby bass spread across the whole car:
“You’ll do it again, Muddy, I’ll steal to you – and you’ll...
The people have fallen without any riddles. I was driving platoon.