I recently went on my old "Pradik" from my parents living in Moscow, home to Yaroslavl. In Yaroslavl, near a spare parts store, I see a voting man on the road. I arrived, there was a gastroenterologist. I feel sorry for a man, he is burning, cold for him, in addition to the same evening, about eight o’clock. I think I’ll throw something. I opened the window, “Where are you?” I ask. “Here, on the road, Caralov,” he replies. “Sit down,” I said.
Well, he sat down, the way to Krolovo was close, he threw it, even went to the city itself - well, I think, on the square I will throw, there in the dirt to go through, all will be wiped out... He took where he needed, stopped. He said to me, “Thank you, Daraga!” - and already to the door pen stretches - to go out, that is. And I have a cell phone next to the wristband, it always talks in the bottle. I looked in my eyes, but the phone wasn’t. I tried to remember, maybe I forgot to post? I got into my pocket, no. Yes, I remembered how I put it, the navigator was still charging... A guest from the south noticed my body movements, and became even more energetic to pull out of the seat belt. Something took me. The door was locked, opened (the ring was nearby) - and out of the city. I went to Yaroslavl. I wait until he speaks, maybe he’ll apologize, I don’t know. No, he is silent. I understand everything and he understands everything very well. I walk in absolute silence, I only feel, he looks at me. I think it will rush now, fucking, on me - and drowned, good, the road was rarely free (there are eternal repairs). The pursuit of 150 - a pofig on the chambers, especially the iron horse dirty, there is a figure that you will find out later. My friend stuck in the chair, but no sound. Finally, he said, “Stop, say, be a friend, here.” I ignore it. Here he grabbed the phone, let’s name it, knocking something into the phone in his own way. Fifty miles later he threatened. You don’t know who you contacted, and so on. And then silence. After a few minutes, my phone is ringing again in the glass. We finally stopped near Rostov. He said it was cold, there was nowhere to go, and so on. “Sit down,” I said, “on the back seat.” It’s just the door to get out like I’m on the gas. He will know how to respond to good with evil. His example is other science.