A conversation between two men, 50 years old. Listened in line, with observance of mass mode and distance.



- You, fucking, these fools from GAI for nothing took the son's rights.

And what happened?

At the parking lot near the store, he grabbed the mirror of the neighboring car and left. Imagine for some mirror and deprived of rights.

So he was not deprived of the mirror, but for leaving the place of the accident. He would call the commissioners, pay a thousand for the registration and leave quietly.

He couldn’t stay, he was a little drunk.