The Archangel Winter
Comrade told the story.
At the beginning of the nineties he drove on the "Moskovich" through the Archangel region. The road is narrow, along the high slopes.
There were virtually no cars, but it happened that he stood up in "Jigul", and the same classic followed him.
They went one after the other, because they could not overtake, and the speed apparently suited everyone.
There was a man standing by the side “voting”. The first car passed, and my companion stopped, picked up a man.
And the jiggle, who was driving behind him, blocked him, the driver came out, asks, "You picked up a man, and the front didn't stop, what?"
Then the one who asked, jumped behind the steering wheel and rattled from the spot after the first. He catches up, rubs to the roof, goes out, pulls the first driver out of the car, and stirs him in the blood.
My friend stopped, asking – what, say, happened? He replies, “Imagine it, it’s frosty for forty, you’re standing on the side, and the car has gone by? We cannot do so!”