I sit in the car, waiting for my wife from work. Aston Martin is there. To him suits a man, bald, large, chain on the neck is not chilly. In general, the brother of the cinema about the banducks. I looked under the car, looked into the ark, only then sat down and left. A minute later he returned, entered the building, and soon went out again. He started studying everything again. the village. has left. There were no 20 minutes. He returns. He spent a while and began to inspect again. I couldn’t stand it and asked – why? I haven’t heard for years that cars exploded in Moscow. And he laughs and answers, “I don’t want to spoil any cat!”