Alexey Pehov

I had to call a taxi today.
I was in the 600th Mercedes. Tom himself. of the anecdotes. The car is cool. A truck with a carrier.
The driver was a man without a neck. Truth without a raspberry jacket and a gold chain. He knew two words: yapt and la, combining them in completely different tones so that "war and peace" could be read. Everything immediately understandable.
I can’t understand if he rushed to his own funeral or ran away from the 90s bandits? But such a crazy ride to the subway, with the whispering of the backward, the overtaking of the delayed and the crawling around the courtyards to replace the traces - I had not had it for a long time.
But I quickly realized that it was a cosplay and just watched.