On the road behind the city stopped at a gasoline station. When I was about to leave, I was approached by a very young, but very bearded and very sensitive guy of a very Caucasian appearance. He had a ten-litre canister in his hands.

Can you take 5 miles? I finished gasoline, came here, and back with the canister is hard.

Having examined all possible divorce options and the possibility of robbery/attacks/abductions, I did not find the strength to refuse the guy. We put the canister in the trunk and went. A few kilometers later, on the sidelines, “in a clean field” really stood a lonely “law”. I stopped and gave the canister.

thank you! Do you accidentally have a wreck? Asked the guy.

“No... But here’s a bottle of plastic jamurjuka, almost empty. Cut and there will be a wreath.

“I don’t have a knife,” the man complained. "Fuck, a Caucasian without a knife, I will tell who - they won't believe," I thought.

Is there a fireplace? Burn and float. It burns normally. There was an altruist in me.



At the moment when the guy burned the first hole at the bottom of the bottle, a police car slowed down next to us and a loud voice came from it: "Do you help, addicts?"

Following the voice appeared an uncle who squeezed the clavier of the lost machine.

It would be good to help, but why are drug addicts? I was aware.

- And you can give me some other version, why do you need a bottle with a hole and a lighter? I asked the roadguard.

- Making a wreath, to pour fuel from a canister into a tank - is this option suitable?

Why not cut?

There is no knife.

- Fuck, two Caucasians without a knife, I'll tell who - they won't believe! “And after cutting the knife, the police officer quickly broke the bottle, made sure that the fuel was poured into the tank and headed to his car. I said goodbye to everyone and shouted to the police officer: “I’m not a Caucasian, I didn’t shave for three weeks on a business trip,” blown up on my seat and sinking into the burning sunset. And what shouted the bearded guy in the rear-view mirror with his hand remains unknown to everyone...