Today you barely got out of your bed to go to the gym and meet your friend from training. You're standing in the gym with a bottle of Coke and a shawarma, sticking to your phone and waiting for your friend to finish her workout.

There were few percentages on the phone. You noticed it when the phone turned off. Turning off the phone made me raise my head and meet the eyes of people.

You noticed a strange, beefy man rushing at you. He was wearing headphones, and his gaze was directed at the phone in his hands. You didn't have time to move away and he bumped into you, and you, in turn, fell trying to cling to something.

"Damn, I'm sorry," the guy says and holds out his hand to you. He picked you up by himself, by the hand. You didn't even move a single muscle of your leg to get back on your feet.

• I didn't notice, I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he repeats and smiles.