He is a wicked man from the morning. With his wife quarreled, the daughter yesterday again brought a couple from school, cold on the street...
It looks like a Mercedes is moving at a huge speed. He stops the car and begins to scream at the driver:
Oh you, your mother! Why did you decide not to observe the speed, carrying on the opposite? Were the rules not for you? Documents here, quickly
The crippled and pale driver stretches out his documents, which the haishnik immediately tears, throws him back into the salon, spit in his face and shouts: "March after me, goat!" He moves toward a patrol car.
Then the policeman looks around, looks at the Mercedes number signs and notices the AMR series with horror.
He immediately turns, approaches the driver and begins to excuse himself:
- Sorry, I don't know what happened to me... From the morning the day didn't happen, and don't worry about the rights, I will make new ones for you, tomorrow!
The driver wiping the sweat off his forehead:
Fuck them with their rights! I almost had a heart attack! I thought the power had changed.