I went to Moscow for business. Half the day I ran and sat in the car on the back seat to rest. I removed my shoes, stretched my legs, I sat lazyly chewing a sandwich. The weather was summery and therefore the windows on the front doors were released, and the rear windows were raised and darkened. Two men come out of the entrance to smoke and stop so that I hear them and see them, and they are not there.

Here are people who are not afraid to leave the car with the windows open, says the first man.

Per he has the alarm wrecked - the second responds.

Or a big dog sitting on the back seat - I insert my replica.

Men are dependent.

Then the first approaches slowly and looks carefully into the open window.

Silence looks me in the eyes. He goes, says something to the other and they leave.

And I am still tormented by the question: Did he really hope to see a big talking dog in the rear seat?