Cherski is Pizzeć. Time about 21 p.m. I go home on the Aminevsky Highway towards Kutusa. In the second row (there are only three on each side). And there is a lightforest before the turn to Verayskaya. Everyone is green, everyone is going.
And here suddenly the bored somewhere in front of the Mentian or logan, or Ford rubs his multi-colored luster and in full swirls out across everything straight from the middle row. And right in front of the three rows of opposing cars, by miracle, no one stumbled. I couldn’t count how many cars were able to slow down at the same time. I just pretended,
How many cars would I put in a steam car with my jeep if there were ice on the asphalt? It is terrible to find out what important thing suddenly remembered these kinds of fuck in the pursuit, putting health and life under attack.
At least two dozen people. Or where they urgently needed, killed more?

The Finnish Robot:
"Thanks to me! The joke! I forgot to take the potatoes in the macdo!and "