I told the man who drove me home.

2 years ago in Peter the asphalt was placed on the Civil Prospectus. Naturally, no one thought about logistical flows, so it was unimaginable not even in the sense of traffic jams, but the understanding that it is not understandable how to get there. I go to the house at 10 p.m. and I understand that all the timepieces are sending me as far away from the goal as possible and here as the evil in the back has been linked to the haishna machine... Well I think the bastards — they wait when I break and they want to cut money, so after another unsuccessful attempt to turn there where I have to stop, I get out of the car... The haishna also stopped... I get courage and I approach them and say:
Do you know how to get out of here?
I get the answer:
- You understand - we have been riding for 20 minutes, we thought you were local and followed you - hoped you would get out of here!