Today in Ashan (unfortunately I did not know to record):
Plotting a man, eyes on the floor, obviously a buoy. From his pocket he has a female voice with characteristic pauses:
Thirty meters to the left.
10 meters back to left.
Turn to left.
The man froze, then turned clearly, as in the army, and broke further. Around the middle of the rack with alcohol again the voice:
You arrived at the destination.
The man revived, raised his head and started choosing)))