Walk in the park with my family. There are two guys standing nearby, drinking beer, talking about something quietly. A motorcyclist rides by the enduric, the guys notice him, shake his hand. He brakes, but does not come in, showing with his hand: a pedestrian zone, I will not go. The guys approach him, the motorcyclist lifts the helmet and rests on the steering wheel. We have interruptions of the conversation:
Do you remember Toh? Which of the two weddings? So I divorced. His wife scandalized him, broke the doorstep of everything, plus the divorce of the babble. And Vanku’s wife constantly cheats that she doesn’t bring much money, and Zhorka...
After a few minutes of such a conversation, one of the guys asks the biker:
How are you yourself?
and I? A smile appears on the bike’s face. I have a motorcycle and I have a motorcycle.
The guy wears a cotton helmet back, starts a bike and leaves.