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Semivetrinsk. Marianna is at the tram stop. Soon, a small, red tram will arrive. She overhears a conversation between two women nearby.

“Oh my God, did you see… see? It ran over a woman this morning!”

“No, it was a man,”

“But they said it was a woman.”

“How could it be a woman if it was an old, blind man crossing the road…”

“Under the tram, oh my goodness…”

“What happened?” Marianna approached the women.

“A tram ran over a man this morning. A woman was driving the tram, maybe she didn’t see… and it ran over him,” one of the women replied.

Finally, the tram arrived and Marianna boarded.

In the tram, Grishka quickly jumped in. He’s a man who’s been mentally ill since childhood. He wears a tilted ushanka on his head, a dirty satchel hanging behind him; whenever there’s a tram, he’s right there. He gets on every trip and stands next to the tram driver, or walks around with his crooked gait, legs like wheels, swaying from side to side.

He’s like the guardian of the tram, or rather its master – the spirit of the tram. It was just his luck to look away when the tram hit someone, Grishka didn’t notice…