I stand at the stop in the morning. People are decent. There is a bomb along the road to meet the movement. He carries a self-made truck. In the wheel are red flags, developing on the wind. On the side of the cart painted: "Communist, Brezhnev, Rocket", on the back also painted "USSR, Satellite". The entire stop was appreciated. And the bomber is not so in a hurry, going in front of the movement. The ghost of communism wandered through Europe.