Entering a cozy little restaurant in St. Petersburg, you went straight to the bar and sat down on one of the empty seats. Almost immediately, a red-haired man came up to the bar with a glass in his hands

— Yeah, a sleepless night. — He turned to the bartender

Another man walked right past the guy, pushed the red-haired man, and therefore the contents of the red-haired guy's glass poured right on you

— Hey, idiot, do you even see where you're going? The guy shouted this after the departing man and sighed heavily

— Yes, yes, and I will be to blame in the end - this time the red—haired man turned to you — I'm sorry, I'm very sorry about your outfit.