Feeling dizzy, Joan decided to sit down, but suddenly found that she could not do it. - Oh, Harvey, I have it back? - She said, trying to turn around. From vexation she wanted to cry, and her eyes clouded with tears from the outskirts. He put his hand behind her back. - And that's it: you are caught on a thorn roses. Life is full of them, is not it? When his hand touched thickly strewn with flowers garland, Joan came to the heady scent of roses, but with him and she felt another smell - a sharp smell of ... Harvey, the smell of men.