A long time ago, I was a regular bus driver.
The day came when probably half my town decided to get to the provincial town at the same time.
Squeeze as hell.
Two Sebixes sat not far from me - wider it is than the taller one, it glows and sows around the ladies of light manners. I experienced my first surprise when at the next stop the gentlemen gave way to some women. It could end here and I'd love to, but...
Unfortunately, the countrymen got into the role of "hosts" and, in a word or a word, or violence, they made room for other women.
One boy rebelled. He didn't want to give up. It seemed to be more out of fear of passing by the "guards" than out of rudeness itself.
Well, it happened. The poor man supposedly accidentally experienced a strong encounter between his forehead and the tube.
Blood was pouring, and at the next stop you got four uniformed men.
And I was left alone with a riddle: were it the good Sebki or the bad ones? ;)