In the Rostov region passed by a field on which dry grass began to burn.
I called 112, explained where and what I saw.
The girl said something like - not you are burning, not your problems.
I answer – Okay, the stitch will burn up, there will be your problems, and I warned you.
The girl from 112 asks (anxiously) - What is the big field?
I say: O wiennoe
The girl is leaving, thank you for the information.

Moral... yes, he knows what morality is here, they change clothes when they remember responsibility, apparently this is the morality here...