The question of losing.
We had a girl at the institute. Not just thin, but very thin. And here she told me. She was somehow in a bus, in a mini jersey, a bus beat, somehow stuck at the door. And then, at the stop, a man presses in and... catches her for her leg.
Well, she, of course, was an intelligent, intelligent girl, scattered astonished at him, swallowed her leg, say, man, what are you? But the man was confused, pulled off his hand and said, “I’m sorry, I thought it was ORDER!” We cried, and she too. I don’t know whether to cry or laugh.