I have a companion who works as a driver in the guard, in the service of high-ranking persons. In short, he rides on a huge, black SUV behind the boss’s car.
His story: We are carrying, as usual, we are late somewhere, I am in front of the boss's car, on the floor of the body to the left, I cut off the cars at the turns, I work, shorter...
We fly into some courtyards, and here the boss’s Mercedes stops, because of the wheel, a strange man with a phone in his hand jumps out, who screams in the phone and looks frightened at me...
I saw here!
I am not at work anymore, but I drive the car into the garage. While driving on the ring, he thought about something, picked a similar car on the machine, like the boss, and adjusted for it.
I imagine a man was stuck while I was chasing him in Moscow.