I’ll tell you a story that happened to me in the years of my stupid and naive youth. Well, you know, the time when you want to help everyone and everything, and then you ask the surprised question: “How do I feel?“!”
I lived at the time in Helsinki, and for the duty of service I had to travel a lot around the Baltic States with trips to Poland. I used to fly, but because of the specifics, I used to ride more often.

The distances are not so to be terribly large, but the road Helsinki - Warsaw took a full day, and one to shave such pieces quickly gets bored. Therefore, quite often took stops - someone just kept silent all the way and did not light up, someone told about their trains by foot, someone just cases from life. The long road through three countries, even small ones, generally has a quick and friendly ride.

This time on the way back from Warsaw, leaving Panevezis, closer to the evening, on the exit from the gas station saw a girl looking 17-20 years old. Not especially thinking, I approached and asked – where it is going, since I did not see the usual poster with the name of the destination. The girl was going to go to Bauska... Hm... a strange choice of destination, because it is already in Latvia and as the end point does not fit in the overall picture. But what I care. I say I’m going to Tallinn so I can drive.
The girl jumps into the car, we touch and I usually ask to cling – I did not hear the lock click. He goes somewhere and gets a knife.

This is your grandmother and Yuri's day, I thought. I did a good deed, now this little girl will take me to her friends, the fucking carried on the maze. And such anger at this universal injustice took me that I didn't come up with anything better, and to be honest, I didn't really think about how to drag the wheel to the right and knock my stealth box, which by some misunderstanding was missed on the TO and called the proud word "car", in the first topol on the side.

The Boom! The girl said with her head about the panel.
The scream! My ribs said.
by Fuck! I said.

And then everything was difficult. There was a hospital and there was police and there were good and evil investigators who wanted to hang on me an attempted rape. It just did not stick to them - what an attempt is this: picked up, left 30 meters and immediately began to try to rape, and even attached. The girl hurried. They began to tell the girl who she was and where she came from and what she was doing here, they gave her a certificate in Klaipeda, and the usual goo-santabarbar broke out. The boy, the shameless man, the money was owed to the wrong people, someone threw the idea, and the brain is not. Here they went on tour in Lithuania, good guys like me were caught on a lifeboat.

In general, there, in Panevezis, that girl for five years had the mind to pick up.
And I have not loved Panevezis since then – I obviously didn’t get along with this city.