Tell me about your poorest time.

My troops are in the suburbs. The temperature is MINUS 20 degrees, and the snow is knee deep. It took me more than two hours to reach the suburban station. I waited for an hour and a half. Near ten o'clock, the last bus on the suburban line appeared, but it didn't stop at all. I ran after the car, slapped the door and begged the driver to drive me, but I ignored it. Finally, I fell down, and I was in the middle of nowhere and nowhere. My daughter-in-law called to ask me where I was. I said I'm waiting for the bus and I'll be home soon. I put down the phone. I am a man in his thirties, and I cried.