I was taken somehow into a semi-state transportation office.
The director is a normal man, himself from the former drivers. I sit in his office. There is a call from the garage of the governor, asking to send a man. They have a visiting session in the countryside and a crowd of deputies and officials need to be delivered there. Jeeps are enough, and driving – little. Someone came more experienced. The director, without delaying in the long box, communicates loudly with the secretary:
“Lida, came to me Timofeev, our ascensor.
Secretary, the woman is apparently simple:
Is that fucking driving?
The Director:
and yes. Say, here for him the workplace is usual, only on the foreign mark.