I love my friends! We are standing near the railway station, drinking beer (taken to a small town, where everything is closed long before the dark, did not know where to go). It’s fine and (which is surprising!) quite polite asks to move away, even showing a place where we can move - near the tables are standing. Everything is fine, lovingly. And apparently from this kindness one of his friends gives:
You know why we are especially grateful to you, Comrade of the Police? They didn’t check our passports. We do not have them with us!".
Thank God we had a chance to move to another warm place.)))