My friend works in a small provincial town as an ambulance doctor. They have this practice: if the patient requires a complex, but not very urgent operation, he is taken by car to Moscow, to go at 7 a.m., so it is quite acceptable. Naturally, it is an ambulance and naturally, doctors accompany it. They usually go to the capital fast and without stops, and back already relaxed.

One day a brigade of doctors returned from Moscow; the patient was taken away, in Moscow they stayed for a couple of hours - and back. They have been there for a long time and everybody wants to eat. They stopped at the street grocery store, the driver and the police officer closed the car, and my friend went to order something. It was empty in the tavern, but when the service staff, consisting exclusively of representatives of the southern republics, saw a doctor coming to them, in the form very strongly resembling the form of the staff of the sanepidemnadzor, there was no one left. Turning the chairs and jumping out of the windows, the cashier, the cook, the cleaner and the rest rushed away.

After a little thought, the brigade decided not to eat here, but to look for something with more confident staff.