I went to my friend at the car workshop. We sit down, we talk, we drink coffee.
With a thunderstorm and a scratch, a broken "six" enters the gates. From the cabin, a Roma camp will be discharged: Dad, Mom, 5-6 Roma. Someone comes out of the luggage.
“Well, fuck, the Indians have come. It will start now!
I: What will start? Why the Indians?
Friend: - Now you will see how the Indians changed the beaver skins for glass beads.
The main Roma approaches us, shining with golden teeth:
Guys, I would like to change the glue. There is no money, there is a magnet.
My friend: Do you understand?