Many years ago I went with my family from Sochi. Travelled Kotelnikovo, to Volgograd 150 kilometers. I go to the gas station, there is a line, 20 cars on one column, 100 kilometers later, another gas station is closed. Anyone who has been there knows that the infrastructure in this area is the same. Gasoline just to Volgograd, and then if you go in the economy mode. I switched off the condor, 90 km / h, it is already night, the road is empty, rare cars exceed at high speed. The family sleeps. Here, I notice, behind a jeep, four lights on the roof light. I add speed, the jeep too, I reduce to 40, the jeep too. The road is empty, there are no settlements, there are still signs hanging with a warning, such as to stop dangerously, stop only at the GIBDD post. I waited a lot then. I think that if we were rushed to this sea, we would have sunbathed on the shores of the Volga. Something bad? well well! I think the accomplices are probably waiting in front, these are passing behind, swimming, fucking. With these thoughts, I went to Volgograd. I go to the gas station, the jeep stops from behind, a man comes out: "Hello, landlord. The navigator broke, fortunately I saw your Tatar numbers. “Why did you drive so slowly?”

Earth, if you’re reading this, don’t do that anymore. There is one road to Volgograd, would not be lost.