We have a driver working, a woman over 50. She once went to the village with her husband and friends to a bath with vodka and meat. And on the way they met a herd of sheep, without a shepherd. Not thinking for a long time, they grabbed the lamb, drove it into the trunk and went on, dreaming of shells and arguing who would score that lamb. We arrived at the place, opened the luggage compartment and wrecked it, because the lamb was crawling all the way, no, no, it was crawling. Everything was done, from cover to cover, and the animal itself from tail to head. The sheep were thrown out with a pinch under the ass, the car was thrown into the river with the ass and washed all weekends. This is how the thirst of the hollow can ruin the weekend.