Three years ago I got on a car stop in Turkey in the night to a small town, the name of which I do not remember. I stand, shudder, I can’t understand where I am and what I am. The meters at twenty are five and they push my hands hard. I’ve been accustomed if in the east a man depicts himself as a mill, 90 percent is a taxi driver. Therefore, in order not to be deceived, I cried out from a distance, "A pair of yucks," which means, "All the babble has been eaten by the evil butcher." But when I gave in to their warnings, supported by something like machines, and came closer, I realized that they were police officers.
After checking for all the documents, they asked what shit I was doing in their city. They asked, of course, in Turkish, because it was very quickly discovered that they did not know English, and in Russian they only know two words: "chka" and "sparta", which meant respectively.
“CSKA” and “Spartak”. Not only did they, with a crowd of five people, turn out to be football fans and for a long time tick some sports newspapers in my nose, they also tried to catch my car in my direction to continue my journey. When it became clear that all the cars were going wrong, the faces of the boys suddenly shrugged and one of them removed the machine machine and, knocking at me from behind them, demanded that I sit in the police car. I could not write this phrase, but it seemed, for understandable reasons, there was nowhere. They had to submit to brutal violence. We went somewhere, then came somewhere and I, with my hands back, got out of the car.
I was taken to the service, then there was such a dialogue (with surgical translation, because we did not understand each other out loud):

How do you say your name?
by Evgeny
- Oh, Eugene, here is the toilet, here is the shower, here we have the couch, now
We’ll bring you some coffee, relax, we joke.

And the whole crowd of amusements with machine guns amused. In fact, four hours after that, all who were there, and this in addition to those five also patrol, from time to time returning from the circumvention, local gendarmes, came as in the zoo, look at the Russian stopper and each brought something to eat with him. The conversation was on my fingers, the only constructive thing I remembered for all the time spent there was the phrase "Kurnikova, Oh!!!"

In the morning, I was put in the car again by other people, who handed me over on a shift, took me to the bus station, bought me breakfast, a bus ticket to the next city, said that all these benefits are given to me by the Turkish police, waved my hand and I went.

I don’t even want to think that we would be in a similar situation.