I watched the show near the Tax Inspectorate. From a fairly fresh outsider come out a boy + girl, both manned and cared for, he speaks loudly enough on the mobile tax from the purchase of some house or apartment - not very clear, more a game for the public. Hidden in the building. The "volga" of the wool-filled year of issue is rolled, the appearance is the car of the chairman of the colloquium, in which the roads were not heard. There are two organisms out, as in the anecdote - "I wrap up to 42 hands", that is, two meters in height, a centner at least in each, 40-45 years. Motherly discuss that with such transportation can not take a tax, pay extra. They hide in the same door. Half an hour later they leave Skopje. The boy clings to some detail of the barge and begins to break out that "such miserables he would punish with his hands." Uncle looks at him. by Prastal. Fuck it down. The older one takes the keys and sits in the car. The second slowly, without taking his eyes away, breaks the passenger mirror and gives it to the boy. Volga is leaving. The girl with the words "yes, you have a real man" goes to the bus stop. There was no curtain, no odmin, no cat, no one under the table. It just happens sometimes ;)