On Monday, I approached a blonde 7 (possibly a 7.5) with glasses on the train home. She was sitting across from me and we had a short chat. I tried to get her number at the end of the interaction using my band as a pretext, but she said she'd look them up.
,,Я видел, куда падает солнце!
Оно уходит сквозь постель,
В глубокую щель!"
-Андрей Середа, ,,Улица чужих лиц", 1989 г.