My friend’s father somehow crashed on his 21st Volga in Tashkent to the road on which the court would soon go. All entrances are closed along the road. Here, a police officer flies to him and they begin to scream in the mathucalary, like give gas from here! faster than faster. The father tapped on the floor and chased, and after him the mint goes and chases, go faster! In short, the people were shrinking, waiting for a cortège... here the old Volga is wrapped with all its strength, and then it cried.))) so fast he has never been on the tachkent.