Tina was returning home from the evening watch. She walked slowly through the streets of the city, filled with people sitting in cafes and on benches under plane trees. Children were running along the sidewalk, driving small drones that photographed their dads and moms, who waved at the camera with a loving smile. The little old lady attracted few people to her. Sometimes she sat down on a bench and, slightly squinting, looked at the cozy picture of a peaceful, friendly city. Some little children would run up and hand her a bar of chocolate or an apple. Tina took the treat and gave the kids such a smile that a cheerful song about dancing apples and strawberries at a fruit party sounded in their ears. Suddenly, from the large window of the cafe, near which she sat down on a bench, a man with a long black beard looked at her and began to laugh, pointing at her with his finger. "Look at this horrible, hunched old woman! How can you be so scary!" The cafe's patrons began to look back at h