I go on the countryside track, I see, mocked from a meeting, like a turn of a gait. I recalled a video on YouTube, where they compared how many drivers are flashing in the face and how many are not (there was a similar outcome). It became interesting how many involved drivers in our area. I slow down on the side, I sit and rest, the registrar writes. One murmured, the second, the third, murmur all unconditionally. The car counted 30. With incredible pride for our indifferent to other people drivers went, I see a pedestrian crossing and there really a police officer. The lying...