I was told by the guys at ROVD when I was practicing there.

There was Mr. Saratov, the head of ROVD. And he decided somehow with friends in the garage.
to drink. Men were taken to the chest. Everything is cultural. Not until the wreath. and went our
Head of ROVD home, it was good to walk from the garage 5 minutes. Clearly, it was
He is not in the parade, without the pursuit, in the ordinary telogreek. stayed in
The most excellent disposition of the spirit, such as: all men are brothers. To meet him.
The PPS car. are stopped:
Their documents?
- Men, what documents, I am out of the garage!
The documents?
I am the boss of ROVD!
Oh yeah right?
He was stabbed on a full program, pushed into the car and into the department.
The police officer knew the head in the face. Wrecked, extended in
Frunt, honor gave and offered to organize the transportation
Headquarters to home. The chief of the ROVD sent everyone to the fuck and went.
Go home on foot. And in vain. Because another car hit him.
The PPS...
Their documents?
Further, according to the same scheme: accumulated, brought to the department, duty little
He did not die of fear.
Back home, the ROVD chief was already driving in the car offered to him. Not to walk
and risked.