A friend told me.
His daughter was sick in a kindergarten. I had to go from work to bring him to the hospital, on the way to go for my wife. There is no place to park near your wife’s job – there is no place for an apple to fall. He stood up on the “accident” second row (!) Sign “Stop is prohibited”. And there, with a pleasant sight, the haishniks rush to him (what a day!) is
Good morning Sergeant Petrov. We violate?!...
Oh, I am waiting for you! A friend went to a w-bank.
In the sense...?
- Well, here is a bit of shit (showing an old scratch on the bumper) and washed. I called 02 and have been waiting for two hours.
No, it’s not with us...
Why not to you??? Are you a selection group?
No, it is not us. Wait for your crew.
You can form too! Should I wait three hours?
No No No No No No No No No No No No! They jump into a patrol car and quickly drop.