We saw with a friend in the night a burning mountain of garbage (seriously so, near the house, the gas station), we came to the fire station (p), there two drunk gardens:
I: At the crossroads of Kudrivtsev and Pavlov, the garbage burns, the tree is taken.
Q: This is not our area, this is the first call.
Q: Allo, the guys came here, they say at the crossroads of Kudryavtsev and Pavlov, the tree is burning, it is thrown into garbage, the threat of washing!