My plane neighbor to Berlin, probably, flew through Moscow home from some distant south: he had shorts in a flower, and on his head-something like Panama with wide rigid fields. I went on the plane of the last, saw this hat rising above the rows and made it so that my place was not nearby. It turned out to be. Immediately after the take-off, my neighbor revived, spun, flicked on the on-board magazines and tried to talk in German with a neighbor by the window-but she either dozed or pretended.