One of my acquaintances, at the time of his youth, was driving a car and listening to the Crematorium.
So, he travels from the city N to the city K, from the loudspeakers to the whole playing, the aforementioned Crematorium. He is stopped in the post of GAI, well, he naturally twisted the music to zero, begins to earn the documents... but Gaez, politely very, asks to bring two of his fellow servants to the city. Rejecting such a request was not very tactical, so he placed the two of these camarades in a full swing on the rear seat.
They touched, they mean they are going. Here a friend understands that driving in complete silence is not fun... and turns the pen out of the sound...
At this moment, Armene Grigoriean sings:
And my companions, clowns and scammers.
Friend, hardly a ride out, from the comicity of the whole situation...
And then I went all the way with smiles to my ears.)