I go on a business route. At the next stop, a 17-year-old boy crashes into the salon and asks the driver:
Do I go to the Tukhatshevsky Prospect?
The driver (to the word - a bright representative of the peoples of the Caucasus) answers:
We are going parallel.
The guy, the victim of the EGE, clarifies:
So we cross?
The Driver:
In parallel, in the Euclidean understanding.