Alexey Pehov

I go by bicycle.
A few meters ahead, another cyclist is driving in the same direction.
A company appears on the course. Practically near the sidewalk, there is a mangal, roasted strawberries, culturally resting.
Then there is a scene, like in Marseille, when a man on a motorcycle breaks out a bag from a woman who is stuck.
We have domestic realities.
The cyclist, without reducing speed, gets from the mangal shampoo with meat. He leaves at sunset.
The shock pause lasts exactly thirty meters. Just as much as I need to get to the cultural recreation area.
One of them decides that a whole bunch of cyclists are working here!
He grabs the shampoo, and is terribly thumpy, rushing after me in pursuit, shouting:
Are you shameless too? and!! Are you shameless too?! to
To be honest, I really liked the shuffle.
But I did not stop.