I am late to work. Normally I was late – an hour and a half.

Immediately resolve personal issues. My boss is one of those who

It requires a very sharp pattern, even better - confirmed by some

and paper. With paper, I just don’t have paper. A. The wicked

“Remembrance” doesn’t come to mind.

Feverishly choosing the options, I approach the crossroads, a keen eye

It marks on the other side of the street green vests and blue-white boards.

Patrol of DPS. The decision comes immediately. Half a penalty.

The cost of mental and nervous energy. I look forward to red and

I cross the street, and by markings - to be sure, and take the course straight

In the green vest. The perfect solution I found is obviously

It reflected on my face, because on the face of the DPSN was only reflected.

extreme degree of protection - the PDD offender goes straight to him in the legs,

Welcome and openly smiling.

Hi to you! I speak. I look forward to his welcome speech.

such cases.

He looks forward and hears a whisper. I also look.

I look forward to the start of the procedure. Finally he says:

What did you want?

Now I am protecting.

I have violated.

and when?

How is? Just just. I went to the red... The fact of violation completely

I confess!

When did they pass?

Well, now I’ve moved to red! You have not seen!? to

He looks closely at the question:

Why Why?

Really – why? Without a proper answer, I go into my pocket.

I get the passport and helplessly stretch it, (may this gesture "enable"

To help, I send a verbal signal:

The Protocol...

He takes the passport, scattered and returned.

Everything is fine, you can go on.

I can’t stand:

And the penalty? I acknowledge the fact of violation...

These words are listening to his already remote back - he found the real one.

The offender tried to stop.

I go further with nothing. Fortunately, no one noticed anything at work.

Why have I not been fined? I guess only two.

First - everything happened not so - the usual reaction of the patrol

The whole logic of the process went cat under the tail. And he simply

“Stumped up.”

Second, I took away his consciousness of importance! I took his gambling.

The Persecutor! I didn’t let him do his job. He was just offended.