I was on a train from Ukraine to Russia. Border guards and customs officers were lazy walking around the wagons and looking at the documents. My grandmother was driving with me. Someone in the pursuit asked her:

What’s in the bag, grandmother?

- Yes, different herbs collected, take relatives to be treated.

He asked to show and the grandmother pulled out a bunch of carefully packed balls with crushed grass.

The customsman’s eyes burned with fire. He immediately called a reinforcement, asked to delay the departure of the train and began to ask his grandmother what grass was.

Lipa here, salad, cleansed...

The mountains of other names.

20 minutes later, a crowd of border guards and customs officers came in. Then brought the dog. He lazyly smelled the balls and began to lick the eggs.

Look for it! The border guard took him.

The dog once again smelled the bag for sight, swung his mouth into all the gaps in the coupe and looked at people in the pursuit with indiscriminate contempt. It’s like you want me.

The whole crowd with sad faces came out. No one apologized.