Seeing people lining up for the betting counters, they join in. They bet smallish amounts, choosing horses at random. One young man bets on a horse because that particular trotter is the only one driven by a woman. The main event begins, they gather from the hush that falls. They do not quite understand what happens on the finishing straight.
Horses seem to run into each other.
The young man goes, laughing, to collect his winnings. Neither he nor anyone of the group had known this was the Grand Prix, where millions and millions are bet each year. When he tells the other members of the group, they congratulate him, yelling and shouting. Then, there is an awkward silence. The young man tries to think of something to say, but fails.