I go on a train in a coupe. My grandmother, grandfather and grandson (5 years old) The old man, clear pepper, has already attracted "for departure". The grandson leaves a newspaper, he can't read the campaign, but he thinks about the numbers. I went to Grandpa:
What is 01?
- it is firefighters, grandson, - on the machine gives grandfather.
What about 02?
- this is our brave militia, - sadly remembered some episode of life.
Mmmmmmm... and 03?
The ambulance.
by 04?
Or some other fucking thing. I do not remember.
Is it 05?
Here the grandfather is instantly transformed and with the index finger exclaims: "05, grandson, it's half a liter!"