In a crowded bus, Sirale Alena, with her massive, heaving bosom, becomes an unwitting target for the lecherous green gropers of the Western chikan. Pavel Terrier and Tomas Xl, old hands at this game, manoeuvre through the crowd, their roaming hands finding solace in the soft mounds of her chest. Alena, flustered and outraged, tries to wriggle free, but the press of the crowd and the insistent hands keep her trapped. The gropers, emboldened by her futile struggles, grope her even more brazenly, their rough hands squeezing her big boobs, pinching her nipples through her flimsy top.