Fifteen years ago, we were returning from Crimea, home to Moscow.
In the car, my friend and his daughter sleep on the back seat. We go 120 and suddenly we are overtaken as standing, some Japanese... her speed is at least two hundred. It turned out ugly, creating an emergency situation both for the encounter and for us and forced us to eat the side.
We did not sound loud (to not wake up the child) and followed him... and forgot. But within an hour he overcame us twice... one worse than the other, apparently stopping somewhere and again breaking forward...
And here we see... I scattered the car on the road, stood next to it and drove.
We stop, we start hanging, we said, "We have almost entered you and what you are so rattling 200 per hour, you have almost caught us a couple of times."
The man is continuing to cast, mashed on us with his hand...like...”Okay, go, I have everything under control...And we realized that he’s a buck in a dupeline.
Here, like here, the Ukrainian gaiters cheer from the meeting.
Do you have an accident here?
It’s not all right, I stopped shaking my legs.
Is it so hard on the road to Sered? Show the documents! We showed our own, our own man, and of course the goats learned that he was a buoy.
“Well, sheep, you’ll go to Moscow with a base of cars and a base of rights... Buddha.
to form. I would not have done so now, but then the driving solidarity played in me... I only imagined what he was waiting for by a gemorah in a foreign country (Moscow numbers) In short, I came to the forefront and said...
= But... What a drunk? So we drive together in two cars, I am in his car driving, here are my rights...
Boho said to the men... =You what?!! I will never drive drunk...I swear to my children! (After this statement he became even less sympathetic to us.)
Forget the car from the road and go!! to
I sat behind the wheel (in my life I did not sit behind the right wheel).. some touched and parked a hundred meters later, when the mints had disappeared from sight.
Get out of the steering wheel, the bug also came out and plunged behind the steering wheel... I was cursed and I say... = Man look carefully, there will be no second bug...
With these words, he drove his keys into the woods... He led them with his gaze and swallowed. =You are worse than the menta, and also the peasants! It’s evening now, I’ll look for them until morning.

We did not argue... He did not overtake us anymore...