I saw a wonderful miracle.
I go to work in the evening, on the bus. The bus is a new, new liaze (which is already available in the province), all in the cameras (the driver has a monitor for 7-8 pieces), the electronic dashboard, the auto-informator-girl, all such a clean-beautiful... mmm...
The people have little - New Year's Eve - sat behind, relaxed, I eat.
The smell is familiar. I was sorry, oh you! Under every lookout on the ceiling hangs a smell like the taxi drivers on the mirror talk.
From, I think, the service, from her, beauty!
second thought - driven smelled hanging, shob to break the gap from passengers