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How did you meet Artem?
Seginaboroda: As I remember now: 2001, November, some time at night, it was raining. I bombed that day on the route Narimanov - Astrakhan, I was going home already, "empty" - without passengers you would. Looking at the side, a boy stands, voting: small, plumage, a portfolio twice as big as him, funny such, ah. Sorry, I think I will take it. Half-time is not superfluous, and if he does not agree to the half-time, I will still take, even if I talk on the road with who will be.
I stopped what. He was sitting, I mean. ... He says: "By Narimanov, uncle, throw it out" - and himself with such hands stuck in the wallet, holding it tightly, as if there he had gold or packs of money. “Well, we went,” I say, “what do you have there, traveler?” And then he blasted straight! The eyes blink, the teeth scratch. "It is not your business, uncle, you are following the road!" says. It is he who says to me, an adult man, a whimper!
Well, I stopped the gazelle, oh, I locked the door right away, so that the puppy didn’t run away, and I took the wallet from him (of course, not without a struggle, so to say, he bitten me greatly then, cattle). I open the wallet, I look, and there is Artem. So we met, haha. The boy was buried there.