Our man in a strange world. I woke up. Rather, I woke up. Because when you sleep, you rarely dream of anything, there will certainly be some crap, and then a dark failure. And okay, I would have drunk like a pig yesterday, so no. Well, yes, I drank a little, since my wife is away on business, but this is nothing at all for my carcass. I also read a little before going to bed, though I hardly remember the meaning, something from fiction. And when I woke up, I immediately felt something was wrong. Not at all. When you fall asleep in your bed, it is assumed that you will wake up there. Long gone are the times when, after a cheerful booze, you could wake up in different places. The plane, however, was not loaded. Now, at my age, such entertainment is not very healthy, and somehow it is not solid. However, I woke up not in bed, not in mine and not in someone else's. I woke up in the carriage.