Stories about companions on the roads. I drove from Petrozavodsk to Petrozavodsk a month ago, night, rain. Somewhere in the area of Lonets on the side is a car, and the driver is actively mastering with his hand. I drive 200 meters further, and I still think I need to stop suddenly trouble a person. I give it back, lock the door and drop the glass. The man approaches and with some unclear accent says: “Young man, good night, I have finished gasoline. Well, I think another Roma divorce will now offer a gold ring or chain in exchange for a couple of liters of gasoline and a couple of thousands of rubles. I tell you not to get out of my car. And then in the mirror I notice that four people come out of his car and everyone approaches me and greet me with a Caucasian accent. To say that in the middle of the forest, at night, I became somehow uncomfortable surrounded by 5 southerns, too soft. One of them says: "Take one of us to the gas station, then the navigator shows there is a 10km gas station. How will he get back to the car at night? And I think—aga, now he will sit down, then he will knock on his head, and they will later come to share the prey... Let me say on the rope, if I eat—close to the car, and I don’t get out of the car. In the hope that they don’t have it. The rope was found. We picked up, we went. I throw them, and I think I can knock stronger and drop them? Not an option-on the rear-glass of my car advertising, but in the advertising phone of my wife-will then call and threaten..In general, I go further, turned to the side of Lonets on the old narrow road in the middle of the forest, then drove out on the road along the river and villages. I look in the mirror - behind our backpack in the distance appeared a car, and for some reason my "trailer" began to actively brake, the car overtook us and it became easier for me to drag them again, then the headlights appeared again from behind, and the situation with the braking of the rear car repeated... Who has been in villages and villages knows that there are no lights at all or one at the club. So, when the second car also overcame us, the trailer began to flash my light and brake. I get up, I drop the glass, the completely frightened and pale driver approaches and asks, “Dear man, where are we going? The navigator stopped showing. I show him my navigator-tanker here, 4 kilometers left. We went, got to the gas station, and here they jump out of the car, and joyfully jumping like children on the break start to thank me and squeeze money in my hands! I say, I will not take! Not accepted on the road! Respect, please take the gasoline, God has sent you to us. I said goodbye, I went and thought, who was worse than them or me? What time do we live in that we are so afraid of each other?