Nineties. The evening of another gray day in Leningrad. You are standing on the parapet in the subway, holding a cigarette in your hands and, having adjusted the strap of a heavy bag with something heavy, you smiled slightly when you saw the approaching carriage. Suddenly, you felt someone brazenly sticking their hand into your bag. This is Sasha. You don't know him yet. What is your reaction? Don't forget that you are the lower stratum of society.