In the wave of posts about naughty people, I remembered a case from my life. Once we drove by car stop across the border between Kazakhstan and Kyrgyzstan at the Karakol crossing. Well, first of all, of course, crossing the Kazakh border. Searching for things and so on. I always had a hunting knife hanging on the belt then - useful and convenient. The border guard notices the knife and here is the dialogue:



Q: What is it with you?

I: The Knife

P: Give it here

I pull out a knife and put a blade into my hands.

A beautiful knife. How much cost?

I’m 100 somewhere. I do not remember exactly.

A good knife. - The foreigner gently smoothes him and considers in every detail. The knife is really beautiful, with engraving, carving on the pen and all that. A minute of uncomfortable silence. I’m ready to take him back, but he doesn’t intend to give it yet.

P: Beautiful and good. I also have a knife, really normal, not so beautiful. I have fresh berries. Such a knife would be useful.



The stranger looked at me somewhat meaningfully, as if expecting a reaction from me. I am not in a hurry to show initiative and kindness. For a while the peasant grabbed the knife and gave it to my hand with a blade, almost cutting me.



Another few minutes of checking things and I am already standing at the table, collecting everything scattered back into the backpack. I told him he was around next to me all that time. And here again:

Listen, let me look again.

I : Why?

P: Let me see.

I waited, but I gave a knife. He turns and admired him again. Then he put me in a dungeon:

Give them a gift, right?

I: Oh Oh Oh Cho?

P is to you. The Gifts. What is he for you? I need a knife.



I begin to realize that the situation is quite uncomfortable, because a foreign Kazakh can necessarily get to something and not miss me across the border. This transition is famous for strong checks, as people often smuggle from Tajikistan and China.



I: No, brother, I’m sorry but I can’t. You understand yourself: a knife is a vital thing. No trip without him. Would you take a knife on this trip? (He was very pleased with it.) Here I took. And if I give you a knife now, I will remain without it. We go here without a knife. So no, I forgive you.

P: Well so yes. Can I sell then? How much do you want?

I: I don’t want, I don’t want to sell.

Q: Let me give you 10 bucks?

I: Are you clinging? It is more than a hundred, which 10 backs. Again, I need him myself.

Q: Do you have permission for it at all? A big knife. (I think he wants to get rid of it somehow. The knife is really big, 18cm. I get a certificate where it is written that it is not a weapon but a hood. The knife )

The boyfriend is upset, everything is fine. It will not get picked up. Standing in place from foot to foot.



I pull my hand behind the knife to take it, and he attracts it to himself and obviously does not want to give it. I hold my hand with a silent request to return the knife. As a result, the stranger apparently understood that I would not give in and an insult appeared on his face. He threw a knife on the table, squeezed something and quickly left. Fortunately, I was missed.