There is a platform Tarasovskaya on the Yaroslavl Railway. It is about her Koval in the Adventure of Vas Kurolesov phrase: "Remember! Jod from Tarasovka! Except for Yoda from Tarasovka and the Moscow Spartak. He has a football base there since the last century. And fans, in the sense, fans. In the second half of the 1970s these fans-supporters Spartacus did not have a lot of them, then no team had a lot of them, but in the electric car after the match with them it is better not to drive. The electricity with them is better to miss, let them hurt themselves there. If you are one or two, not fifty.

The glasses were beaten, the bars were spoiled, sometimes the rare people were rolled. The police were afraid, but not very much. I hoped to hit because it was stupid. For the same reason, that is, the foolishness of two young people, absolutely not football fans, sat in such an electric wheel in Mytices. They went to the Builder for evening training. in the Karate section. The Spartans are bustling.

You are a karate, or a boxing aikido, and if you get into such a cataclysm, where opponents are 100 times more than you, then it is better to leave the conflict, or disguise yourself. The best fight is the one that has been avoided. No, the situations are different. In some cases the opposite. Protecting someone. The homeland, for example. for the girl. Moving the old woman across the road. But this is not the situation.

In addition to friends in the car, only fans. The guys were masquerading in the corner and waiting position. Conversations are listening. And in the conversations, it sounds like this whole gang in the Builder is coming out, someone is going to "load". After hearing such a matter, friends, quickly to the exit, so that this exit in the Builder to lead, slander and silently fuse into a familiar tin. They stood up at the door first. Behind the people are also gathering, the Spartak champion is scandering and something else about the dynamo is bad. Dynamo is shit, and Spartak is a champion.

electricity to the builder. Our karaoke gathered with the spirit, in the sense, air in the chest and with the scream "Dynamo - shit, Spartak - champion" on the platform flew out.

One of them. Because no one came out after them. Major on the platform. Right in front of them. And thirty-three police officers, as in a fairy tale, in addition.

Here, he says, as in the message: they beat in the electric car, beat the glasses, clinged to the passengers, in the Builder were going out. Dynamo is shit, and Spartacus is a champion. And in the chest.

Thus, the local department of the militia met with their new instructors-trainers in handball combat.