Ten years ago, a friend told me about a friend.

So this acquaintance just got the rights and literally the next day took place the first exit "to the world" (with her husband to the right for safety). They go, everything seems to be normal... Naturally, the GAI employee was drawn unexpectedly (their employees have this “sixth sense”), demanded to stop...
Then imagine what was going on in the soul of our newly appeared road participant, as in a slow shooting she slowly (well very slowly) came to what it was she should stop... and what happened? What have I done? How to stop? So many cars around? In total, over 50-70 meters the car was stopped (not without the slightly obscene involvement of the husband).
Then imagine the mental reactions of the GAI employee: well, what is this happening, they are drunk, or the criminals are not good (in cultural translation of course)??? He ran behind the car and in the shower.
He was prepared for the worst, he might even die.
The culmination:
He runs and, suffocating, asks: Why did you not stop right away?
At the request of an employee?
- She (naturally trying to cocktail - and what is left of a woman
to do?Oh, and you somehow so unexpectedly pulled out that piece of yours...

An employee of GAI and her husband (which is on the right) fold in half and cry with the sublimation and the suspense...

After laughing and wiping away tears, the GAI employee tries to take a serious expression of the face and says: woman, a thing is your husband's, and I have a rod... and he let them go without any formalities...