xxx: I drove a taxi at night with a 45-year-old man... here he turns into an incomprehensible area, into some kind of e@enya, goes to a garage cooperative. I’m ready with the drink, I sit, I’m silent, I’m afraid to speak! Then he stops, takes off his glasses, exhales... fixing the mirror in the cabin, sees my reflection and says, “Who are you?” In short, it turned out, the man thought and came to put the car in his garage, earned, poor!

YYY: How did they bring me? And it seems like just stealing and leaving alive did not intend to.

ZZZ: Was it left alive or not in the end?