Winter, the N-region, the suburban road, is already dark. A little snow fell and poured all the ice areas on the asphalt, respectively, drive fast and all float slowly.
We go along and we and a colleague at UAZIK and see this picture: a dozen jumped out of the road, went into a quilt and knocked his mouth into the swarm. Around the dirt-toned car dance on the snow two odious personalities in sports costumes, leather jackets and hats.

We decide to help, we brake on the sidelines, we go out, we call on individuals:
Hey guys, do you need help? Is there a rope behind?
One of the personalities looks at us from a cuvet with a pimple, thinks something, and then gives in response:
Do you know who you are calling the man? We are guys!

We shake our shoulders, sit down in UAZik and move on. Behind us in the quintet, an odious personality spits something and pins the legs of the second who has talked to us.