You say Taxi-2, Taxi-3... Fuffle!
The coolest taxi in my life was in Peter. When 25 minutes before departure I learned that our train departs not from Moscow station but from Vitebsky... A man with a slightly Asian appearance took me and my family rebuilding from row to row, like a stubborn chess player, pressing the X-5s and Landrovers, entering such gaps where the smart doesn’t go... But the hit was when near Vitebsky himself he cut off the turning bus with a scream – “I’m going, fucking, I’ll turn...”
When he stopped, it was 10 minutes before the train left. We succeeded...