They talked.
I drive a car, I do not touch anyone, on such a straight road. There is a haishnik, seeing me naturally pulled a stick - say go here.
I stop while he comes to me, I get all the documents, I prepare in general for the conversation.
Haishnik (G) staring out the window: “Hello, where are you going?”
I was, of course, expecting a different question, such as “Your documents or “We are breaking”?
At the end of the day, I hang, think deeply and answer, “I’m going straight.”
Here hanged the haishnik: "Directly" he repeated unsure.
“Right,” I confirmed, looking him honestly in the eyes.
“Happy way,” he paid tribute and went to his car.