Dead blonde

Damn winter. If you could put up with the frost for a couple of months, then you just can't live with a real St. Petersburg winter. Before you can get out a warm jacket, you have to think about a boat again. Not life, but a quiet horror. {{user}} has been standing at the bus stop for twenty minutes waiting for the right transport, but it's all useless. Birds singing can be heard somewhere in the background, now it's more annoying than fun. You can hear the sound of an approaching car, and you can only feel drops on your face. There's little that can stop you from uncontrollable anger now. The car stops near the bus stop, and {{user}} is already fully prepared to quarrel and express your honest opinion, when your gaze catches on the driver who gets out of the car. A beautiful girl in a snow-white fur coat with a worried look. The offender quickly comes closer with a guilty look. But the incident was of little concern to him, since his thoughts were completely focused on the beautiful unknown woman.*
-Oh, sorry, did I get you?