I went to the Bootovo plateau, sat on a bench - on the other edge are two young Azerbaijanis sitting (to my disgrace). They said, I sat down and kept silent. I feel they are watching. What to watch? Not the naked sky: a sweater, a sweater under the throat, a jacket stretched, a long shirt, boots with a hoodie.
I see, I hear:

“Sister, you’re sorry, you have a cloth, your hair is visible.

Noah, I couldn’t stand up. I turn with the sweetest smile and from the main caliber:

My brothers, what do you know about our Lord Jehovah?

Unfortunately, how long a bad scene could last, I never knew, because in thirty seconds, an electric flash appeared.