To begin with, if I write the word “I”, it’s really me, I don’t like to convey other people’s stories in the first person. Once in my life, I managed to take an autostop, that is, "completely free" to ride a plane, but people, it was unforgettable. I found myself in Turkey, at Antalya airport with a hundred and fifty backs and without a ticket. There was a timid hope that for this money I could buy a ticket at least in the common car of the aircraft :) When I arrived at the airport, I saw that in the next twelve hours only one aircraft flew to Moscow without identification signs in Vnukovo, that is, the flight was clearly reserved. When I looked at the situation, I found out that “some kind of football team” was flying. I had to wait for the flight to find out who it was. One and a half hours before the departure, two buses arrived at the airport with the proud inscription "Locomotive" on board. Half of the Russian football team fell from the bus.
Sikhov, Izmailov, even fig knows who, I am not very interested in football.
This procession was led by an uncle by the last name. By the way, I didn’t know him in the face, which then played a bad joke with me. When I walked away from the first swing, I had the courage to ask who was the chief. I was shown a man in a dark jersey and told that he was the coach.
There was no choice but to go to him for a gift. When I asked if I could fly with them, he wept so much that he just asked me what a fucking mountain. I honestly answered that I walked 2500 kilometers from Egypt. He turned to one of the players and asked, “Well, let’s take a fool?” I was issued a ticket, money was not taken, then registration, duty free, where I asked Sychev to leave me an autograph on the ticket and board the plane. It seemed like everything was tired, in the plane I sat in the tail, so as not to light, the plane had already gone to speed up, but there was a scream of some man in a sporty shape, as I understood by my scandalousness, it was the manager of the team. No one told him that there was a rabbit on the plane.
He came to me and cried:

You are who?
I was allowed to fly here.
Who allowed it?? to
The Man in the Dark Jump...
What kind of man, man??? Stop the plane, who is it?
The Baggage Bomb!! to

I was frightened, the border control passed, now the naked is thrown out on the runway, and the hell knows what to do.

He spoke:

Show me who let you go.

And I, after all, do not remember the former face, well allowed it all. Go look for him.
found in business class. He, reading the newspaper, calmly said, “I allowed it.”
He immediately silenced, I was stuck further in the tail so that it would not light up, and we flew.
Already on the flight to Moscow, I asked the goalkeeper of the team, sitting next door, to collect autographs of Sychev and Izmaylov for his wife, who was sick for them at the World Championship or Europe. Upon flying to Moscow, I approached Byshevts already at the airport, apologized for the confusion and asked for his autograph. So I’m holding a falsified paper with all these signatures.