March, shameless, Sasha driving – I don’t drive a car. In the middle of the road, forests run at a terrible speed. Fuck how scary. And Sasha, just a church on the horizon, the wheel throws and let us be baptized. I don’t say anything, I just think: I’m so tolerant! But when in the fog, Sasha began to be baptized on something that turned out to be the indicator of "Vologda region" nearby, I did not stand and maternally insulted the feelings of the believers.