Dr. Mr Nikolaev We catch the car from Petrogradka to Mr. Nikolaev. I am inexorable. Kira sits ahead, we are behind. I turn off immediately. After a while, I come to myself, look around the salon and ask, “Where is Kira?” Kira turns from the front left seat and says, “I’m here!” I shrink and begin to scream at the whole salon: "Come out of the wheel, fuck, you will kill us all!!!!". They caught the right-hand car.