About a year ago, I moved to the most peaceful area of my city. In the area are very popular Priors, nine and other delights of the Russian automotive industry with a deaf toning and huge stickers Slavyan on the rear glasses. At first I noticed them, but then they noticed so much that I became accustomed to them, as to something ordinary.
And here one day I go to myself, thinking of something of my own, as suddenly I see a car with a sticker on the rear glass: BRITANS. Two seconds of full stunt. "What is his mother, the British?“" it was in my head. Then my gaze slowly catches the phone number just below the main inscription. At this point, I realized that they were cats.