There was a case. My friend bought a used car, I have to say, the first car in his life. He asked me to teach him. To get to the watchroom, where we decided, in order to avoid unnecessary casualties, to ride, it was necessary to make a turn. Then he turned back, and then stood up. I so persuade him, and there are no cars a hundred meters away, and in envy of him the right try to leave. and Nifiga. 15 minutes standing. The mentions are already in place, so we are on the turn. Mishana barely cries, but moves scared. All fucking, I think I’ll drive him out and go home. There is no one at all. And we finally get under the sphere. Mint is behind us. They stop and a sergeant comes to us: your papers. have drunk? Then I look at my suffering face and the Mishani rights received two days ago. His words reached me: take care of yourself! And went away. We were driving at a speed of 20km per hour, but with an escort and flashes.