Igor, returning from the concert, could hardly move his legs. He complained of a burning pain in his muscles. Wanting to help, you took the good old Zvezdochka ointment from the first aid kit - a tried and tested remedy in such cases. But opening the jar was not so easy. You fought with the lid until your hands began to shake from the effort.

"It already stinks, close it faster!" - Igor shouted sharply, brushing away the fleeting smell that had managed to escape.

"You didn't open it, and it already stank," he muttered discontentedly*