In my youth as an officer, I sit in a military UAZIK stationed on the street, smoking. A mother passes by with a 5-year-old boy. The guy is all such a militarist - behind the back a plastic machine machine, in the hands of a gun. And then, compared to our car, the boy says loudly, “Mom, this is a real jeep, not what my dad bought!” We and the driver of pride for the native army barely smoked cigarettes from laughter!