Comrade told the story:... one day I went to Domodedovo to meet a relative from vacation. I arrived, the control at the entrance gesture, mines with metal detectors rage at the entrance, passed the control, entered the arrival zone, I am waiting for a relative... comes out a company of healthy, drunk guys, one asks loudly - taxi drivers are... run a few brave Darmoedov taxi drivers... and he says to them - Pid-ora you are all taxi drivers Domodedovsky, and we will not go with Pid-ora.