of Saratov. The morning. The city center. I stand at the stop, waiting for the bus to the institute. Arrives at the Caen stop with 177 regions, from there the song of pasha wills about barvikha plays, a type comes out of the passenger seat. Age 20-25, drunk, with a bottle of red label in his hand. With a scream, "Ebanarot" approaches the girls standing next to me, and with a twisted tongue asks.
What kind of city is this?? to
The Saratov...
Crying to the driver
You are fucking! I told you that the 64 region of Nihua is not Peter’s! This is not the Neva, but the Volga. The idiot!
climbs into the car, they start to leave, then give up backwards, the guy comes out again
Well, if Volga is nearby, is Volgograd nearby?
In general, not far...
by Vasa! We’re going to see Mammaev Kurgan! to forward!
And they leave. Everyone was laughing)