Last day with my friend. A classic of the Russian genre.
The Winter. and slide. He is on the new "Mitsubishi Pagero", in front of him - the old six, before that - GAZ-66 with a military driver (!) by Driving. In front of all this sausage is a crossroads.
Gas sharply on the brakes (the military can’t do otherwise!) and Glamour. The “shoha” slightly enters it, and my friend, Ess-nno, gently holds it behind.
A friend comes out in upset feelings, shakes his pockets for money, is going to solve the issue (he is completely guilty!and tk. Since yesterday, it hasn’t gone out yet. A guy comes out of the jiggle, stretches him 5,000 pieces and with a breathing in his voice barely says: "Man, let go!" It sounds like even a friend can hear it. At the crossroads there are three (!) The DPS car. Good-hearted goats hang along the road in confusion. The sounds of the strikes were — but no one blinked by the accident and ran to them.
At this time, wet from horror, the young soldier, not even feeling that behind him was caught, and closing this most luxurious back of our main characters from the gait, tries to get started. And he doesn’t even understand their increased attention to his humble person.
Without changing his face or saying a word, he takes the money and goes back. The kids sit on the cars, build up, and at this time, just a pre-infarct military is still touching.
All the dishes of NESPACE pass through the crossroads of the guys who have gone astray from the excitement in gray bushlats and hide in the city fog.
The curtain.