A bit of prehistory:

From 2004 to 2009 I was “bombing”. Then it was fashionable, and if working, it could be lifted well. On a permanent basis, I did not earn this for more than a year, but as an employee I worked often, mostly on weekends. And there were a couple/three stories, more funny and interesting.



In 2007, the summer.

I go to work on Saturday night, and things aren’t going really well. I drive until 2 o'clock at night, and not more than 1 in my pocket. 5tr, which is very little for Saturday at that time. Take the passengers to Marjino, I go back on Lublin Street. Right on the dividing strip stands a man, clearly on two consecutive and votes! Now, of course, it is already in order, but then... Then – an empty street, a man in the middle of the road, night. Not even cars.

I stop straight in the left row next to him. A young man, dressed well, well dressed. The East says, I need to call! and. In general, I usually refused in such situations, but here I agreed, because there was little money. For those younger than 20 years old, I would explain, thank you to call was the memeton. Yes, this is so.

I stop at the separator, the guy sits in the car. East puts 1tr on the torpedo (upper panel of the car).

I was a little surprised. I give the phone, he calls the number, we stay on the separator.

And then the dialogue with the interlocutor by phone (conditionally, by memory):

Ivan Petrovich, good night

and............

Ivan Petrovich, they are following me.

and............

I talked to him, he couldn’t help. Ivan Petrovich, what should I do?

and............

Okay, I understood you.



He puts his phone on a torpedo. Then he gets a pack of Rothmans and smokes. The imported Rothmans. It smells delicious, mmm. He also threw a torpedo. Five or six stretches, and he will forgive to turn in the courtyard, you need to say another call, what to stand on the road. I turn into a quiet yard in the east, in a neighborhood like Krasnodar Street. The courtyard is quiet, no lighting. The client calls someone else several times. I finally called, and then... I honestly don’t remember. A sincere mat. For whom, for whom, for why? I do not know.

But the next second the guy quickly throws the phone on the torpedo and flies out of the car. It disappears in the darkness of the Lublin courts. And leaving the cigarettes, the lighter and, of course, the money on the torpedo.

I sit and quietly cuddle. But I’m a little paranoid, I start to steal thoughts, bad ones. Not even 10 seconds: the first and main - dropped the "weight" in the car. I start lighting my phone and inspecting the passenger’s legs.

And after a few seconds! Strongly! The passenger door opens. “There was no limit to surprise,” so I could describe that I was almost upset.

Then begins the trial of the passenger.

Whom did you call?

He did not call anyone.

Tell me quickly who you are calling. ? to ? to ! to

Yes, I said, I did not call anyone.

I will buy you a phone!

WTF is WTF? ? to ? to

How much is it worth?

Voxtel phone, almost new and fashionable at the time slider. It was about 7tr.

It costs 8tr.

(Sceptically looking at) Eight ... on!

He gets a solid stack of thousands of banknotes, counts and throws 8 trillions on the passenger seat. In response, I am still surprised and give him my phone. The man is hiding at night.

I stood a few more minutes, smoked and decided to go home. There were many thoughts, different. He came home quietly, woke up his wife and told him about this quest. In the morning I went back and bought a new phone. By the way, I took the Motorola, which I did not regret afterwards and was even happy that it came out. I told my friends and many acquaintances about this story. Most of them came to the conclusion that the guy used something well. Who knows him...