All men are brothers
Today the circle has safely closed, and I can already say with full justification that all men are brothers. Well, or almost everything. With the exception of a small percentage of noble professional thieves and various other hatred. Oh, how would it be nice if the key to each door was quietly underneath the carpet, and why do you need the key? And how much strength and fool is sucking out of us this ugly percentage... If every thief is poured on his head all the big and small locks that we bought for him, he will be covered with a many kilometers of iron doors, police regiments, deceived hopes and other security alarms.

I’m not an idealist, I’m just so relieved that people have become brothers.
And this is how it turned out: Two months ago, as usual, I left the garage in the morning. I didn’t like driving that day at all, and I decided to get to the nearest metro station.
But here such a clever whole car rubbish, had to go around a large store for a long time, until the place turned. He got tired, bought a newspaper and humbly let himself be swallowed by the Lenin metro.
In the evening after work, I returned to this station for my meaningless iron friend, I see – and I was closed in the most subtle way by exactly the same car as mine, only the color of the salad.
I look up and find behind the glass on the torpedo a paper with a phone number.
I call :
You are concerned about the person whose car you are.
They closed brutally. go out.
The female voice:
and good night. Sorry, but it happened. The point is that I am not
next to you, and at the other end of the city at work, but you are not for God’s sake.
I’ll let you go in three minutes.
What does it mean at the other end? What three minutes? Who will let me go?
Instead of you!? to
- I'll let go, don't worry, you just have to understand me, because I'm half a day.
Prepare for our conversation.
Girl, don’t shake my head! It doesn’t matter where you are and how much you are.
We were preparing for our conversation, but in the course of three...
Wait and listen, please. I promise you will go through.
Three minutes, but for that you have to come to meet me too.
Okay, I will take the time.
You see the newspaper kiosk.
and well. And here...?
Please do not interrupt, time goes by. Go to his back.
The side.
Usually I am not a fan of stupid jokes, but here in the form of an exception decided to allow myself to make a fool, already a painful voice disposing... After all – what am I losing? My car is close and secure in every sense.
I approached, what next?
Are you there? It is beautiful. Do you see a word written on the face level?
Read it to me.
Go to hell! I decided to play with the toys, so I'll take it now.
Housewives and...
“No, no, no, now you’ll understand everything and in two minutes you’ll be calm.
Go to home. Believe me, I have never fooled you in my life.
It says “Larissa.”
“Super, Larisa, it’s me, and now please tell me your car number.
Why do you have the number? “34 to 60”
Thank you and the last question: What is the transmission?
Your car?
Usually the second. Three minutes have passed.
Thank you, I realized it was you. Now come to mine.
Carefully, so that no one can see, open the gasoline tank.
There is a key with a brick. I closed you, because you have no trouble.
I took care of my sister’s car.
After two minutes with a great mood, I was already driving home, thinking about how pleasant it is to trust people and that not every woman is stupider than any man.

And today, just like two months ago, I turned out of a long queue of standing cars and began to turn around in the iron labyrinth of the same parking lot near the store, but there was no room, even a matte. The clock showed that even on the subway I hardly had time.
I look – stands an old acquaintance – the salad sister of my car.
I resolutely “closed” her, the phone number of that girl I did not save and I left a note on the torpedo – “The debt payment is red”
Late in the evening, when I returned for my beautifully parked horse, I found my key and a note under the tank’s cover: “All men are brothers!”