A few days ago I crossed the border between Belarus and Ukraine. Distance between customs offices is 10 km. And the road makes a bend in one place, just next to the viewing tower. A man stands on the tower and looks into the binoculars somewhere in the distance. Well, I think the job is responsible. In 10 days I go back, the same guy stands, looks in the binoculars somewhere in the distant forest... funny, I think... I come closer and I understand how bad things are in the fraternal republic... the border of Belarus is guarded by a manicure with a binoculars and in the costume of the OZK...