We were with Dima Davecha in one of the large construction hypermarkets. Time later, at night, in the store besides us no one. entered in. They said they didn’t take the truck. Dima went after her, I waited inside the store at the entrance. I see from a distance that the cart he took - pulled out of the wheel of the same parked orange massive pieces on the wheels. I stand, look at goods and inscriptions from a distance - I point out a further path. At the end of the eye, I see a truck. And I, of course, without looking at her, climbed at her and announced: “Take a stop, boss! " The truck is not driving. Waiting for a few seconds, I wondered, “Why are we not going?” and I heard the indignation of a man’s voice: “Yes, I didn’t understand what was going on here?” I turn around. The carpet is held by a completely unfamiliar man to me. Behind him is Dima with another wagon and rjet. The curtain.