It was about a decade ago.

On New Year’s Eve, I went to visit a non-drinking friend. Arrived by public transport. They sat so well, met, did a decent job with the butters, spent the hours of their lives until three nights. Well, with a non-drinking friend, like the alcohol itself, do not go out of hand, and not wanted to. It is time to go home. New Year's Eve is a real beauty: snow slightly throws, light frost. Public transport, of course, does not go, the area is not the busiest, the streets are empty. Finally, the lifted hand is slowed by Zyguli-six with a police paint and beacons. He caught a man, he is called. I was worried if I took the documents with me. The car window opens, and a police officer sitting on the passenger seat unexpectedly asks:

Where are you?

I call the address. He shakes his head:

and sit down.

The driver turns on the beacons - the syrene to turn on, however, did not become, - stumbled with the wind (by the way, I never understood why the beacons were to turn on - for all the time of the way we got from the force of a dozen cars, maybe it is as a free attraction? ) The police officers in the car three - two in front and one behind, with the last on the road talked, again for life, and the front on the passenger seat is virtually not involved in the conversation, and from time to time somehow very strange, with unmistakable suspicion looks at me.

Finally, they drive home, I give money for the trip (apply modestly! I am going out, and here the employee, who was constantly looking suspiciously at me, asks:

Sorry one question?

of course.

I don’t understand anything...you didn’t drink at all, right? ! to