A joke: the author goes to make money, and in front of him on the transition, the hoys pin one after the other: his elderly parents, his wife with a wheelchair, and his older children, going out of school. Who will we push first, citizen?

This is the irony of fate. In a small mushoshransk under the Ryazanya lived a Big Man. And the power of the Big Man in a small city, as you know, is almost absolute. Unlike all the favourites of both capitals, by the way, where the Eloi are not illusoriously afraid to catch out the morls for the very tomatoes and therefore distinguish a lot more crumbs from the bar table and bore in moderation. And this Great Man loved to drive fast and not always sober. It happened that he beat a woman. to death. It wasn’t by accident: at that moment he was doing exactly what he loved. Her daughter intended to seek justice to the end. It would be unlikely, of course, that she won, most likely it would have happened to her "unfortunate accident" soon, and this is the problem: she raised such a noise that he had to urgently leave for a week or another "business trip" to the notorious Moscow, to raise connections and put his hand in the cushion, so that there were enough funds to shut up the matter. He left... and did not return.
Some drunkard on the rugged "six" turned it into a bloody mess when His Majesty came down from heaven to earth for a moment, walking on a pedestrian crossing.
The prize found a hero.