She squeezed her temples with her palms, glad that there was no one left in the car except me. There was simply no strength to keep face after the recent shock. I peered into the shadows that were becoming clearer, heard snatches of conversation, swearing, even laughter. Sometimes - the sound of a distorted shutter. But no one fired, and the conversation was carried on in a peaceful manner. At least, that's how it seemed to me at the time.

Time froze, and at some point I even thought that nothing terrible would happen. They will talk, come to a common denominator and go to the nearest restaurant to celebrate...