A friend of tourists returned from Georgia, where they climbed the mountains. He tells.
Standing in the camp, during the evening, they sent a race for food to a nearby village. He went, bought food, wandering back in the dark.
A jeep stops with Georgian police officers, saying, “Hello, who is who, where are you going?” He tells them: a tourist, food to the camp. They say, “Sit down, we will bring you.
The camp wakes up in the morning, there was no race and no. They start to worry, and there comes a police officer. You say tourists? Was Vasily Pupkin sent to the village for food? They are yes. The police officer says, “Well, take it, he’s sleeping in the back seat of our car. I fell asleep, and it was unfortunate to wake up, and it was uncomfortable to bother you in the middle of the night, so we decided - stand here, wait until morning.

Do you say the cravates chew? Russia is ahead!