I sit next to the garage and smoke. Next to his car, a neighbor digs up.For instance, he does it constantly, regardless of whether it is broken or not. He loves engineering, he loves engineering. There are three bombs. Two faces, pressed to the chest, carry iron batteries. Behind them, with a careless view and with two long tubes in their hands, a third shakes out. Men walk slowly, periodically loudly staring under their nose.Fuck, we are late! Twenty minutes left! (Visibly before the closure of the metal reception point, which is further along the road)", - hurries them a friend from behind. They hide him and hide him further. The neighbor, seeing all this action, silently stops them and asks to put the batteries on the ground. After that, he takes one pipe from their third companion and moves it through the sections of two batteries, making for them a kind of "pipe". The men thank, throw all this weaponry on their shoulders and continue their way a little, almost a run. I should have seen their faces.