In short, I dragged myself home. But the mood was excellent, because I felt that we would clash with the new one more than once - he really turned out to be a greyhound. He didn't clear when I ran into him. He did not mumble and apologize, even tried to fight back when I twisted him. Yes, and the boys said that they immediately enlightened the newcomer with whom and how to behave. And first of all, they advised me to bypass Shergin, that is, me, in a wide arc, without breathing and lowering my eyes to the floor. And the new one either didn’t get a taste, or...