A blue 4×4 had darkened on us. Tony, who had seen it coming, was able to push me and we found ourselves on the tarmac. We understood that it was certainly not an accident because the car had not braked for a moment.

Tony: How are you, honey? You have nothing ?

Me: I hurt myself but it's okay. And you?

Tony: I'll be fine. But who is this patient?

Driver: Are you okay? Really this guy is a killer. How can people drive like that?

A woman: I remembered her registration number. We cannot leave such a person.

Tony: Did you write it down?

Woman: Wait, I do.

Tony:...