Place of action: Bus
Actors: three girls with a claim to secular lions and glamour; a guy of indefinite age, unbarred, in a fine tinted clothes, very thoughtful about something; a tired crowd and your submissive servant as a storyteller.

Girls, discussing something emotionally, sometimes scream, sometimes jump through unprinted expressions, but, in view of fatigue after a working day, no one listens to them. I thought so.
In some replica one of the girls mentions Johann Wolfgang Bach, from which instantly, as awaiting this phrase, a guy awoke, interrupting three girlfriends.
I’m very sorry, right, but I couldn’t help. You see, "John Wolfgang" is Goethe. Classics of literature. He thought for a second again. And if you mean the composer, it’s either Johann Sebastian Bach or Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. He thought for a second. Once again I apologize, but the great ones need to know.
The guy looked at the girls with some hope, but, apparently, not finding in them something, again went into his thoughts. Through the stop, he walked out and slowly climbed the sidewalk. The girls drove to the end. They silenced.