Not an anecdote, not a quote, not funny, and not to read to anyone at all.
Just sadness and sadness.
During the hourly wait at the GIBDD in Moscow, on the Vešných Vodách, two employees were counted in shape, with pistols, starters, and chases: one came by the wheel, catching the ground under his feet, barely adding to the passageway, the other, on the contrary, crawling (apparently from heavy labor routines, and not once from excess alcohol in the blood, as you might think)... fell on the driver’s seat of a personal car, and he drove away... home probably.

And these people are forbidding me to knock in my nose?! to