In Kiev on the street. Yaman was.
I go over the light on my legitimate green (in my hand beer), here right on me is a black x5 BMW, along with a bikini and a blinking lighthouse.
I myself am a coach with experience, and I understand that a person has a problem with the technology.
After all, everyone knows that even the most experienced mechanic or driver will not be able to predict how a half-toraton iron box with a bunch of rotating parts at high speed will behave.
Of course, I speed up the move to miss a car with some technical malfunction.
But the boom began to maneuver, right in my direction, clearly wanting to stifle without slowing down.
I made a march-throw in the direction of the rescue pillar-lightforest, the boom stopped the view with tires, and measured carefully in the middle of the zebra (remember, burned green to me).
The window opened from the boom and some little boy of 16-15 years probably started to rust, he said he only wanted to scare, and I went as the last sickle.
And rye, snuff.
I look - there is a brake track, behind the boomer the cars are already stopping - witnesses, his position on the zebra - eloquently, and I am already angry!
(I am extremely aggressive when affected by me or my interests)
I just take a bottle and fuck him on the forehead. Spray, foam, all the things. On the front of the fifth spider.
Silence... silenced and the young man behind the wheel.
I silently picked up the phone and turned on the camera.
While I was mastering the camera, I woke up behind the rough car and ran into battle:
He jumped out to me, and cried, saying, his daddy will eat me with the shit, and his bodyguard-Chechens will be fucked in the pocket.
I quietly walked around the car, shooting everything around on the mob (psychologically, I’m a troll!He returned to the wicked man.
He asked:
How much does this video cost?
He opened his mouth to answer something, but his fear in his eyes was my triumph!
He was the most unfortunate, the most worthless creature in the world, who realized that his power is now mine, and now I am over him!
Not in vain they say: I took a break – hold on!
The little bitch was apparently overwhelmed, I put my cell phone in my pocket, whispered:
Let us meet!
...and went away.
To be honest, I expected him to shoot me in the back.
But my bluff worked – it broke more than I did a few seconds before! If he knew that I had set my phone’s camera to be stored in the flash, and yesterday took it out... he would know that I couldn’t speak normally because I was enchanted... He would know that I wanted to run away as quickly as possible to drink a beer and get rid of my fright.
But it’s all dark, because I won!
And now I think, what the rich now tries not to break the PD