The logic of men,
Here the case was - I go, I don't touch anyone, a strange car with toned side glasses comes in from behind, stops parallel to me and alarms. Well, I naturally looked at the glass, like Lenin looked at the bourgeoisie, for I was unable to signal to unknown machines, and went on. The car repeats the manoeuvre. I don’t turn back, because at first glance I hoped to explain everything. At the third signal, the genius, who was driving, guessed to drop the glass. And the phrase... a brilliant dish - and someone we old acquaintances do not recognize? No, of course, it turned out to be a friend of mine, but BLAHAMUHA, what kind of, shitty, incomprehensible way should I have seen him in the toning?!?! to