Mixing of Genres
The Black Sea coast of the Caucasus. A narrow mountain road. In front of the car that violated the rules, the inspector of enormous growth comes out majestically with a ruthless rod in his hand.
The captain, thirty years old, does not express anything good in his face. To meet him out of the car comes a man with a disarming radiant smile and a familiar face to pain.
The captain gave honor, presented himself monotonously and:
Driver, you violated the traffic rules.
Overcoming the prohibiting sign “three to twenty” in the zone. yours
Driving license please.
The driver smiled further:
“Earth, you didn’t recognize me!? to
The Captain:
- No, but when you give me your driver's license and we make
Protokoll, then I will begin to recognize you.
The Driver:
Why are you so strict? I am a Russian folk artist. I have broken, I admit.
But you understand, my colleague and I rush to the airport to meet the actress. The Cinema
We’re in your beautiful places, you know.
The Captain:
What is incomprehensible? Of course, I understand that you are making movies and that you are in a hurry.
I will try to fill out the protocol with all the
the possible speed. Please have a driving license.
The Driver:
Brother, have you not recognized me yet?
The captain looked closer:
No, I don't know, please have a driver's license and a license
of registration.
The driver is noticeably annoyed, but still not shutting off the smile from his face:
You are what? Look carefully, you have grown on my children since childhood.
“Equipage”, “Favourite Woman of Mechanic Gavrilov”
The captain is in the same icy tone:
"I'm very sorry, but I didn't watch, I was personally raised - "Terminator" and
“Robot Police,” and that’s why I need your driver’s license
Certificate...