There lived in our yard a Russian family, a father, a mother and their son Petya, people just incredible size, they were not fat, they were large. To understand, when Petya studied in the 7th grade (about 14 years old), his shoes were sewn on order – 47th size.

It is not about Peter. The incident happened to his father, somewhere in the mid-1970s. I, then chagall, I walk on the street, Petin Daddy comes to meet me, he is well-picked, he is choked, and Ments UAZik is on the road. Not to notice my neighbor they could not, so, slowing down, went out to pick up not a sober citizen. Since it is Asia and the majority of the population are Uzbek, they are also in menta.

They fly to the neighbor and the citizen pass. The neighbor, apparently not the first time, just lay on the sidewalk and lay down. His coins were kicked by his hands – they could not move, they dropped him and left with nothing. Pete’s father stood up and went home.